Locked In

“Let’s go!” He wasn’t going to wait around and get killed, or worse off!

The others agreed and shifted to move out. “Nooo! He stays!” The familiar wail of a creature rang into their ears. The villainous gaunt that Hardy had handcuffed popped its shoulders and rolled his bound arms over his head before hooking his limbs over Paul’s neck like a loop, dragging him back.

“Pa-kun!” Jon called, reaching out for him, but Nikki pushed him out, while Leslie herded them out of the door as an armed woman came swinging their way, nearly clubbing Jon with a metal cane.

The group rushed to the van, scrambling in as bodies rushed passed and panicked people preyed on their neighbor’s weakness. Once collected into the van they locked the doors. Leslie snapped on her seatbelt and looked to Mortimer.

“Start the damn van Mort!” She demanded as a large man was thrown into her side of the door by a smaller woman. Who seemed to be accusing him of being ‘them’. “Mort!”