With a pleasant smile, Quagmire moved forward with enthusiasm. Unfortunately, before he even was able to get out of the destroyed house, his instincts screamed at him to hide. Confused, he hid just behind the wall next to the entrance of the house. His instincts have never failed him before, so that must mean that there must be something wrong that he has not encountered or just noticed yet.
Under the moonlight, numerous ghouls passed by, and their shadows came into the light that was passing through the door. Quagmire saw the figures and had lost count of how many had passed, and it seemed that there was a lot.
After the shadows passed by, he thought that it had already ended and they had passed. Contrary to his thoughts, he was wrong, gravely wrong. His instincts screamed again, and with a decisive action, he hid in the darkest part of the house that had numerous obstacles so that he would be able to avoid the ghouls' sights.
