[The amount of bodies is truly worrisome and Marc half chokes from the smell, not wanting to go any further than the rooms near the top of the stairs. Jesus fuck. Did they really do this? Did he? He can't find it in him to include Steven here, when he doesn't even want Steven to see these bodies, let alone imagine his hands were used for something this gruesome. He's trying to keep his shit together but it's getting more and more difficult as the bodies keep appearing and he's reminded of how high his body count was already, and already feeling prepared to take the blame for all of these deaths too.

Steven's little voice in his head is the only thing keeping him from running away right now. He needs to get him to safety and that's all that matters.]

Looks like some kind of cult or some shit. [He murmurs with his shirt still pressed up to his nose. He finds the sets of keys and grabs anything that looks like it belongs to a vehicle, pondering Steven's question in the meantime.]

Maybe... we were staying here? Hiding out for a little while. I dunno.

[He is more than happy to head back downstairs though, now confident no one else around is alive, and Marc doesn't want to stick around to find out if their buddies are coming to look for them any time soon. Honestly, the sooner they can leave the better.

Marc is heading for the front when he notices some sneakers haphazardly kicked off near the door, and what looks like an old coat hanging nearby. A quick check of the pockets provides nothing but some spare change and pocket lint, though he's quick to notice -]

This is Canadian money. [Eyebrows rise as he begins to steal the shoes too, and of course they seemingly fit.] We're definitely not in Kansas anymore, buddy.