Out of the darkness

Though the small girl went down after that scream, Amaira kept her guard up and threw the empty gun to the side before fishing some of her knives from her pockets.

With cautious steps, both she and Officer James approached the unmoving body. "Do you think she's dead?" Amaira questioned and Officer James used his foot to gently shake her, but there was no bodily response.

"I'm not sure, but I think she's down for now." His eyes fell on Amaira, "What type of bullets were in that gun?"

"Wooden ones." Amaira took some more knives from her pockets. "I carved them, just like I carved these." She handed a few of them to Officer James, "You'll need these if you really want to do any damage against these things."

He scrutinized the small, neatly-crafted, wooden object. "They're very well made. How do you know to make such things?"