Insects, creaking trees, an owl hooting; it’s overwhelming. We’re doing our best to remain silent, but they’re making such a racket. For the first time, I crossed the river into Louisiana. Not far, through the main town, down a dirt road about three miles, and here we are, in swampland. Standing water crops up everywhere, and these creepy trees grow out of it, Spanish moss hanging from the limbs, long and swaying in the breeze. It’s nearly pitch black, but our vampire eyes don’t have any problem seeing through the dark. Ian, Danny, Samuel, Trinity, Smith, Anna, and I all soundlessly stalk through the back roads, closing in on the small trailer house where Lexington traced the location of the computer. Each of us is armed, heavily, with stakes, guns, crossbows. We’re an army unto ourselves. The rest of the House waits in town, poised to leap to our aid with the tap of a phone call. But considering the size of the trailer and what we scouted of the location beforehand, none of us think there is more than a small hive waiting for us.
