Run again or stay put? He felt indecisive about it. There was no right answer in this situation. They had to make it to safety. Those…things were out there, were more active at this late hour. They always seemed to get more rambunctious at night. He wished instead of worrying so much about his grades, about the game, about school, that he’d taken survivalist classes and had learned some valuable skills to use to help him make it through this. To help him keep them safe, too. He had to get them to safety. But where was safety now? There was no right answer, only decisions.