Noah had made it to the porch, where the anomalous man stood. The man remained at the door; waiting patiently, and knocking every now and then. He seemed ... half dead.
His entire body was doused in blood. Noah loitered behind him, keeping the knife behind his back. The man seemed to have a malicious presence. Why was he here today? He did look quite familiar, but the blood and wounds had shrouded his normal look. The man, Tim, slowly looked over his shoulder such that he was looking right at Noah.
Noah had jumped a bit, but hadn't moved. He kept his distance, still holding his knife behind his back.
Tim asked, "Are you Ash's kid or nephew or whatever? I can't remember his face ..."
Noah had fumbled. "Of course not, weirdo. That would be Noah. I'm Stan, and I'm here to give Noah something," Noah peered closely at him, "I've never seen you here before. Who are you?"
