Edwards and his men slowly quit firing and cast about with their guns. Could they not see the shadows now that the color had disappeared? His father’s eyes darted around, looking for an angle. He was going to try to go in after Keelan and Devin around the shadows. “I’m in,” Kemble yelled, to make sure his father would hear him. “Wait!” It was Drew. Michael had her clutched in one arm, his eyes glued to the advancing things. “Help’s on the way,” she said. They could barely hear her. It was as if she spoke from far away. “Unexpected.” Her eyes got big. “We’ve got to go if we want a chance,” Brian yelled to her. The sky went dark. Kemble glanced to the burning house, burning no more. It was gone, buried. The tons of mud heaved in the dark like a primeval beast. “A second. Just a second more,” Drew pleaded. One of the shadow things gripped Edwards’ arm. He screamed and buckled with the pain. “Get Edwards!” Drew yelled. Kemble lunged forward and caught Edwards by his other arm.
