Lydia's comments brought me to my full attention like a smack. Through the woodland came the faint but keen sound of the successor's mocking laughter, a harsh tune that chilled the air.
After entering the cabin completely and locking the door behind her, Lydia remarked, "They're close." With her weapon ready and positioned, she pushed her back against it.
"How near?" I asked, trembling as I tightened my hold on the corroded metal bar.
With her eyes darting to the boarded windows, she answered, "Too close." "They might be on us in a few minutes."
Ethan's breathing was heavy and shallow as he stirred on the cot. His clothing was crimson from the incision at his side, and his skin looked pallid. My chest constricted when I saw him like this, but I had to fight the panic.
"What are we going to do?" With my head racing, I muttered.
