Eunji kept her hands over her mouth and nose to make sure her unsteady breathing wasn't heard; sweating as the pressure of the highly-lethal demon could be felt like the weight of a mountain looming over her.
Worst of all, Sol was frozen like a statue in his tent, looking forward at the harrowing situation that was his tent; the flap was open. In the time that the demon had crashed through the ceiling, he didn't get a chance to close it.
Crap, crap, crap…! He thought.
While he wanted to reach forward and zip it up, that was hardly an option as the sports store was dead silent, save for the noises created by the prowling hellspawn itself.
What do I do? What do I do…?! He thought.
The footsteps of the Reaver Demon were not only heard, but felt; the dreadful vibrations reverberated through the floor, felt beneath the tent he sat in as he kept his hand outstretched, but too frozen in fear to grab the zipper.