Allison said. It was a needless statement. We all knew it. Maybe because we kept walking, she felt like it needed to be said. “We’re not stopping.” I looked back, toward the sound of gunshots, toward the sound of screaming. The moon was out. I still could not see a thing beyond a few yards. Not even shadows. It was just darkness from where we had come. “The things must have come out of the woods. Was more than just those people back there.” “We’re not going to help them?” Allison said. She spoke in a whisper. I heard the tug in her words. She wanted us to stop. “They weren’t going to help us,” Charlene said. “They kicked us out, made us leave.” They weren’t going to help us. She was right, of course. We just wanted somewhere safe to rest. Food. Something to drink. They weren’t going to help us. “Wait,” I said. “What?”
