Patrick sat quietly on his grandfather's front porch, his eyes casting across the bleak landscape as he examined the flat earth sprinkled with fences and crops and livestock. He could see but one other house in the distance, far down the gravel road. He twiddled his thumbs as he traced the gray horizon with his sight, clouds obscuring the brilliance of the sun. Patrick could see his breath in the air, thinking to himself, "I hope it warms up tomorrow..." as he drew his arms closer to his torso. Tomorrow was the big day. His friends would be arriving soon and they'd set out on their journey in the morning.
As Patrick was wandering the fields a few days prior for some alone time, he stumbled upon what appeared to be the entrance to a large cellar, revealed by mud sliding away from the earth during a recent rainstorm. Upon further examination, he found it to be an underground complex of some kind. Strange technology covered the walls and it appeared to be completely abandoned. He rushed home to tell his grandfather, then his friends whom were all en route. Patrick could barely keep himself from poking around before his friends arrived, wishing to save the secrets for the group.
Patrick repeatedly checked his phone for any updates on his friends. He watched the clouds roll by, awaiting their arrival.