Marci's feet press against the soft wood. It bends and creaks beneath her boots, almost threatening to break, but it just barely holds form. Her suit is hot and stuffy. `The thermal regulator must've frozen up`, she thinks. The house itself felt like a musty oven, with hot dust and mold spores filling the air. It feels heavy going into her lungs, like she's trying to breathe lead.
Marci turns around to look at ty just behind her. This house was probably the worst death trap they'd been sent to yet. A single yellowed beam of afternoon sunlight beams through the dusty window behind them, the particulate suspended in the air reflecting the sun. The beam hits the ground, and climbs up, shining into the edge of Marci's eyes, making her squint slightly.
"So... how do you want to do this?"
She covers her eyes as she turns the the door next the them. Her gloved hand wraps firmly around the knob and she turns, but nothing. The handle simply slips in her grasp as she turns. Again she tries, squeezing with all her might, jiggling the handle. Finally, she lets out an exasperated "Grah!". She reaches to her toolbelt, pulling out a crowbar and violently jamming it into the doorframe, frantically trying to wriggle it into the gap.
"Alright, grab the sledge and let's bust this open."
