“You still with me?” I asked her, wrapping her forehead. She looked up at me blearily, but smiled.
“I’m fine, we gotta go help them!” she exclaimed.
“Wait ’til you can see straight before you—”
The door swung open again. Aldo and Courtney spilled in, looking fearfully at the door as they pulled it shut. A heavy, clawed hand broke through the gap, trying to rip the door open.
“Help us, damn it!” Courtney called out to me as she and Aldo pulled at the door handle with all their might. I ran to join them, helping them slam the door shut against the claw, severing three of its fingertips.
The pieces hadn’t been on the ground for more than a second when those clawed tips sprouted small, insect legs and began crawling around, searching for us. One by one we were able to crush or corner them
