Dan could see the house a mile away. Ever since his encounter with the creature, he’d been running on a surge of adrenaline, propelled by the terror that his family would be killed. His legs ached from exhaustion.
He kept his sights on the property, suppressing the anxiety that came with it. At the moment, the house was nothing more than a blurry shape. He could make out two cars in the road. One was the Ford Falcon Tim had been driving. The other he’d never seen.
The sight of two cars deepened his fear. Dan knew nothing about the man they’d been traveling with. Whatever Tim had told him was a lie. There was a possibility the man had accomplices, people who’d been trailing them, waiting for an opportunity. Dan shuddered.
He kept on, jogging through the pain, discerning more details as he ran. It looked like there were bodies in the road. He could barely make them out in the distance. Nothing moved.
He hoped to God they weren’t Meredith and Quinn.
The only thing that mattered was reaching the house, verifying his family was uninjured, verifying they were still alive. Dan refused to consider the alternative. Gunshots sounded in the distance.
He panicked and pushed harder.