Skylar
I followed Dawna out of the room that had become my prison. I step over Cal Walker. He is lying on the ground with blood coming out of his nose but appears to be still breathing. “Is he dead?”
Dawna wrinkles her nose and looks at one of her sons, “Did you kill that one, Jake?”
Jake shrugs, “I don’t think so, Ma.”
Dawna digs into her satchel and sprinkles what smells like sage over Cal. “He should be fine,” She grunts and continues walking.
There are more bodies littering the ground as we move through the penthouse.
Miranda steps out of a room with her pups.
“I’m sorry,” I say to her. “But I must save my family. Please keep yours safe.”
She sniffles and nods. “I didn’t want this.”
“I understand,” I say and touch her arm.
“Skylar,” Dawna barks. “More are coming. We must
