(Imagine that this was a few posts ago, my internet was out last night)

From outside the church looked very old, and it was, the paint was peeling off - at least what was left of it. There were stains covering the entirety of the building, and large cracks arched in the walls, it looked as though it was going to collapse, though it didn’t. He opened the black gate, making sure to close it behind him, and made his way up the steps. 

He had to force the ancient doors open, the lobby seemed even older than the exterior, there were stains nearly completely covering what remained of the carpet - some of it must’ve been human blood, and the walls had more cracks than the ones outside. There were only a few pieces of furniture, a bookshelf and a few chairs. 

Hadley took off his coat and threw it over his back, he walked over to the bookshelf and tugged on one of the tomes, the bookcase swung open slowly and he walked in. He passed everyone and made to his room where he hung his coat and changed his outfit. From his vest he took all of his guns and layed them out on the small desk that was on the opposite side of the room as his bed. There he wiped them down and cleaned them as was necessary, he proceeded to take them apart and wipe each piece dry then put them back together. 

The cleaning only lasted for a little over half an hour, he made his way to the room in which everyone else was and sat down after preparing himself some tea.