The helicopter landed and John came out on the verge of unconsciousness. He stumbled out as someone stabbed him with a peculiar object. John looked down as it was pulled out and his wounds started to close and his bruises healed.
"John!" Someone said as he was healed, and he turned to them. It was a short boy with a wolf cut and brown hair, he was wearing military clothing with a Brazil flag sewn into his arm sleeve. "I'm sorry I had to put so much pressure on you but you seemed to be fighting the demon thing."
Suddenly Dunston came up behind the boy and put his arm over his shoulder, "John. Thank you but we all thought you were dead." John's face went pale as he suddenly ran across Canterbury in a matter of minutes.
He arrived at a small house and the door was locked. He unlocked the door with a key and he walked in towards the bedroom and opened the door. Someone watched from the closet as they burst out of it and tried to swing a knife at him but he used his sword to block it. "Mom?"