Jack chuckled inwardly watching Jill very nearly break into a run after hopping off the counter. Since he felt the same sort of fear and urgency though, he decided not to say anything. Instead he listened to Jill go on about the dangers involved in going back to the car this late at night. "Look those chocolate power bar things are probably gonna end up keeping us from starving!" Jack started, defending his emergency food only half halfheartedly as they moved off the porch and away from the creepy inn. The ground was beginning to get soggy and muddy from the rain, their feet making squelching noises as they walked into the night. The darkness all but swalled them when they walked outside the ring of light cast by the open doorway. "And anyways, I know it's not the best gear we could be going out here with but would you reather stay at the inn? If we stick to the center of the driveway and the road we should be fine. We'll just flash the light every so often to make sure we are going in the right direction!" Jack kept walking with Jill, the ground starting to slope downwards, indicating that they were getting closer to the gate. It was quite. Oppressively so. Jack was starting to flinch at the slightest sound in the distance. Trying to break the silence, Jack said with a wavering voice, "By the way," Remembering Jill's comment about Zombies earlier, "Don't you hate zombie movies? How would you even know about zombies?"