Paul's POV
The gunshot split the air and boomed over the quiet forest, much as a thunderclap. My heart faltered then, before I could think, my instincts grabbed hold. I took Becky's arm and dragged her behind the car to hide her from sight.
"Get down! " Whispering violently, I shoved her against the cold metal of the automobile. There was no time to explain; I could see the terror pouring over her, wide-eyed, horrified. Whoever was out there holding a rifle; if we went slowly we were sitting ducks.
Paul... Her voice quivering, she said. What is going on?
I scanned the tree line looking for activity. The last person I saw disappeared into the darkness. My thoughts whirled, deciding our next move. Should Samantha, or worse, Lydia find us, we would not be able to risk staying there. Not
