“Weapons?” asked Nigel. “Well, we need something. You saw that thing.” She waved her hand in the direction it had left. “If we don’t have something to protect ourselves, we’ll all be dead by the end of the day. That thing, those things will come back and we can’t just hide every time they do.” […]
It was not a human scream. This was a scream that battled itself with the rage and raw hunger that spurred it. It was a scream that brought memories of things that never happened and things that never would. It was a scream that froze animals in the headlights and prompted prey to relinquish itself […]
“Is everyone alright?” Nigel asked, doing his best to ignore the enraged chittering on the other side of the door. The door jumped as the creature slammed into it. This was followed by a sharp scrabbling sound. As far as Nigel knew, the doors in this place should be strong enough to withstand the onslaught. […]