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The sound of the car honking wasn't the only thing putting Minya on edge. The amount of noise that the people were made him start looking around around himself, knowing how easy it was to attract them to a place with a simple noise. He looked at the windows, checking for anything that he could see pointing out the window. From what he could see there was nothing apparent, he pulled up his hood, covered in feathers, leaves and a large pair of curled goat horns, and bolted for the back of the house. Trying to be a quiet as possible while heading for the back of the house.

Their had to be a door somewhere. A trap door to the cellar, back door, anything that he would be able to leave unnoticed from the others. In the back, there was a cellar door, open slightly but enough for him to slip through and fudge the door a bit so it could be opened from the inside. It was dark, that what was completely fine to him. So long as they haven't found the cellar, he would go unnoticed for the night so long as no storms rolled in the morning. He could still hear people as he moved down into the darkest part of the cellar to remain unseen as he kept looking around, muttering prayers to his own Heathen gods so they wouldn't find and shoot him. Then again, a man with horns wasn't the most settling things that one would want to see aside from walkers.