Mae carefully picks her way toward the creature standing in the middle of the hall. She keeps glancing around for the thing that he had been chasing but it appears to be gone. Then her eyes fall back as she comes face to shoulder with him. He glances down at her for a split second before the sound of breaking glass echoes through the vacant building. Lazarus hesitates for a brief moment before heading toward the direction the sound came from. There has to be a reason for being lead back, but just as death, it continues to alluded him.
Mae remains at the entrance to the hall and waits. Her eyes never ceasing to wonder around her chaotic surroundings, as she is reminded of the damage caused by creatures raiding her home. They hadn't done nearly as much as whatever happened here. Chairs had been thrown across the front entrance, half of the stairway completely ripped from the wall, and there were pools of dried dark blood. She takes a deep breath and continues to survey the damaged building, until she accidently turns toward a black eyed creature that looks exactly like her old superior.
"Lillian!!!!" the word escapes her lips before she has a chance to catch herself. Panic, adrenaline, and fear run wild in her veins as she watches the creature study her every movement. The soft echo of footsteps comes from directly behind and she watches as the creature snap her black orbs up toward the far end of the hall. She knows it has to be Lazarus, there's nothing else behind her; right? With hesitation, Mae, quickly takes her eyes off her old superior to glance down the hall and see a tall male figure standing in the dimming twilight. It hadn't occurred until now that darkness was swiftly approaching and there was no place to go. Mae peels her eyes away from the male she assumes to be Lazarus only to discover that once again she is being watched. Two deep set pitch black orbs seem to drill holes into her very being until a hand is laid on her shoulder. She looks up into two dull grey eyes set into a weary face. It takes a few minutes to realize the man she is staring at is the creature she followed here. Mae takes a step back and stumbles over a gap in the floor; her eyes never leave those of the rapidly aging Lazarus. He seems to attempt a reassuring smile, before breaking the trace, and turning toward the creature silently watching them. She shakes off the strange feeling of deja vu as questions swarm in her mind.