Mark didn’t hesitate.
The second Ronnie slipped from consciousness, something primal and raw ripped through him. He scooped her up carefully but swiftly, one arm beneath her legs, the other cradling her back. Her head lolled against his chest, her skin too cold, her breaths far too shallow.
"Theo!" Mark barked, voice sharp and urgent. "We’re going! Now!"
Theo stumbled from the kitchen doorway, frozen when he saw Ronnie. His eyes widened in horror at the sight of her blood-soaked clothes, her pale face pressed against Mark’s shoulder.
"Ronnie?" Theo whispered, voice cracking. "Ronnie!"
"Come on!" Mark shouted, not slowing as he ran through the cabin, up the creaking stairs. "We don’t have time, kid! Move!"
Theo tore after him, face wet with tears.
Outside, the cold bit at them instan
