"Watch out!"
Isaac's shout shook me awake, and I found myself wrapped in Price's arms as he staggered toward the front door. Trisha sprinted past us to open the door and drop the cameras on the grass, then came to help Price take me out of the guesthouse. Behind us, I heard weird noises overlapping Isaac's and Amy's voices, like fireworks cracking and something being sprayed.
Brandon —yeah, it's Brandon again, you know how this goes— reached the porch, panting and grunting, and made one last effort to get to the garden.
"Call 911!" he cried, turning around toward the house.
I was still too weak and hurt to stand on my feet. My knees just buckled and I fell to the grass, dragging him down with me. From where we were, I saw Isaac spray the blazing flames coming out of the fireplace with an extinguisher, while Amy rushed to move everything away from there and pick up her things.
Trisha was back inside, and if I wasn't seeing things, Isaac signaled her to film what was happening.
