Chloe held the shotgun pointed roughly towards the door. “I told you,” Chloe said. “It’s not James,” Danielle said. “Where would he even get a bow and arrow.” “I don’t know, he probably wrote about it and then manifested it somehow,” Chloe said. “Listen,” Bo said. More laughter filtered in through the walls. “There’s more than one of them.” “We should get upstairs,” Danielle said. “Then we only have to guard the stairs. There are too many ways for them to get in.” Chloe nodded and began to stand. “No,” Bo said. “We’ve already been burned out of one place. What if they decide to torch the cabin. We’ll be trapped up there.” “Can we make it to the car?” Chloe asked. “Maybe,” Bo said. “Who knows? They have arrows, but they could have guns too.” “We have to try,” Chloe said. “We can’t just stay here and wait to be attacked.” “Why not run for the woods,” Danielle said. “We can find the neighbor’s house. It could be safe there.”
