The first gunshot echoed through the woods, sharp and deafening. Kylie dropped to the ground, her coronary heart pounding as splinters of timber flew from the shattered window above her.
“Get down!” Roberto shouted, pulling her closer to the wall.
Micah crouched by way of the overturned table, his rifle aimed at the advancing figures out of doors. “We’re surrounded!”
Kylie’s breath came in shallow gasps as she peeked through a c***k in the wall. The Hayes were final in, their numbers far greater than she had expected. Shadows danced many of the bushes, their actions calculated and deliberate.
“We can’t keep them off for too long,” Roberto muttered, blood seeping via the bandage on his side.
Kylie’s thoughts raced. They had been outnumbered, but they weren’t powerless. “We ha
