King's POV
"Alright, listen up!" I shouted, trying to sound braver than I felt. "All the younger ones, get to the safe room. Now!"
A bunch of scared faces looked back at me. Great. Just great. I'm barely older than some of them, and here I am playing leader.
"But King," Zala piped up, her voice shaking, "what if they find us?"
I knelt down, looking him in the eye. "They won't. And you know why? Because we're gonna stop them."
"We?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow. "And who exactly is 'we'?"
I stood up, scanning the group. "Anyone old enough to fight. We need to buy time for the others."
There was a moment of silence, then Jake stepped forward. "Alright, I'm in. But if we die, I'm gonna haunt you."
I couldn't help but grin. "Deal."
As Zala and the younger ones scrambled to the safe
