Collins clamped her hands over her ears to block out JJ's teasing remarks with a jittery skip in her step as she followed the group down the seemingly endless line of gravestones. 
"Cut it out, JJ. This place is scary enough, as is." Kie whispered irritably, clutching her own flashlight tightly in her hand because it was pretty much the only weapon she had on her. "John B, what are we doing?"
"You know when you're trying to remember a song and can't remember who sings it?" They each nodded their heads in comprehension despite the fact that they could barely see each other's faces in the dark. "So, Redfield, this whole time I thought it was a place, right? But it's not a place, it's a person."
They came to a slow stop in front of a tall stone crypt, which John B promptly shined his light on the name 'Redfield', which was carved at the very top.
"Voi-effing-là." JJ breathed, as they all peered up at the name. He had a headband with a light attached to the front of it that Collins had to admit, looked pretty dorky on him.
"See? My great-grandmother, Olivia Redfield." John B gestured to the crypt once more. "It was her maiden name. Help me get the door."
While the three boys assembled in a row and started pushing all their strength and all their weight against the entrance, Collins and Kiara stepped out of the way to watch as they struggled to move it even an inch from where it had been before they'd even laid hands on it. 
"This thing is like 700 pounds, it's not gonna budge." Pope protested while digging his feet into the ground for leverage.
"We didn't come this far to get this far, all right?" JJ groaned, refusing to give up as he strained every muscle in his body trying to move the boulder sized door. 
"Maybe that door's a pull?" Collins hummed from behind them, observing the three boys pitifully.
Kie stifled the chuckle that almost escaped from her mouth at Collins's comment in regards to the boys' fruitless efforts to open the door.
A hissing sound suddenly cut through the air, and as the beam of their flashlight fell upon a snake poking its head out from a crack in the crypt, all three boys simultaneously jumped back with a yelp in fear of the creature.
"That's a moccasin, all right! Ye old Dr. Cottonmouth, Death in tall grass." JJ spewed while the snake slithered across through the dirt before he lunged after it and began barking like a dog.
Everyone immediately sprang forward to pull him away and shush him quiet. "JJ, shut up! You're gonna wake the freaking dead, man." Pope snapped.
"They're afraid of dogs, guys. Everyone knows that." JJ said pointedly. "Look, if there's one, there's probably dozens in there." 
"Stop, you're scaring me." Kie whispered in annoyance while holding herself tightly with her arms crossed over her chest. 
"They're more scared of us than we are of them, so if we just leave them alone and don't disturb them too much, we'll be fine." Collins advised them, while trying to keep things cool, even though she herself would personally prefer to pass on an exchange with the gliding reptile. 
"So no barking?" JJ asked her with his brows raised, to which the girl looked up at him and slowly shook her head, and mouthed, 'no.'
"John, look. We're not gonna get in there, it's not budging. We should probably just go." Pope suggested softly. He knew it wasn't what John B wanted to hear, but it also was sort of exactly what he needed to because this whole thing with his dad was eating away at him. They could only do so much.
"I can get through." Kie stated, causing all eyes to turn to her while her eyes fixated on the chunk of rock missing from the top corner of the door that was covered in dead vines. "Look, this is about your dad. And honestly, I really don't believe in it, but you deserve to know the truth."