You grab the shotgun and check the action, turn the safety off, and pump a shell into the chamber, before loading another shell into the gun, and grabbing a handful of loose shells and stuffing them in your pockets. You lace up your boots as you look into the dark of the woods, where you can't hear anything but the distant crackling of soft fire, a soft glow emanating from the outer dark.
You sling the weapon into your hands and begin into the woods. There is a strange, sugary smell in the air, hanging heavy in the woods like the scent of a burnt pie. You feel as if it's clinging to your face and dripping off your chin. Your eyes begin to water as you approach the fire from the meteor>what's there, /out/?