Her hair was blown by the wind.
Mary looked around, feeling the presence of someone's energy.
— Guys! What is it?—she said loudly to our group.— Do you have weapons?—
— Knives, crosses!—Dalton answered her.
All the weapons that we had, we distribute on command. It seems that there are a lot of us, but... What are we going to do to Baal with all this, if he shows up? Of course, nothing!
We walked even more quietly and cautiously when the contents of the backpacks were on top of us. The fear increased.
There were pools of blood all around the house. They were bubbling.
I picked up my pace and kicked the door into the house. The rotten, maggot-eaten interior of the house, as if it had been abandoned for many years, opened to us, and the door, scattering clouds of splinters in the air,
