Soon enough, Hans and Greg entered the house as they looked around. "Well, this looks furnished," Greg said, staring at the chairs as he approached them.
"Barely," Hans added.
I looked around, wondering if there were any windows, which in all honesty, I'd prefer that there wasn't. It might be easier to not think about what's outside like than trees, and animals, and enemy spies trying to find us.
There's something about not being afraid of something because you don't know it's there. It's perfect.
"Well, do we have any blankets or something or do I have to just try and sleep on the floor?" Greg asked, as he looked around. Brie glanced around, but her eyes locked in on something as she walked behind the couch, finding two blankets.
"Um…" I muttered. "I think there's more than two of us."
