Regan swallows hard. She doesn't want to die. She doesn't want Marcus to die. And she doesn't know Martin very well, but she doesn't want him to die, either.

"Inside," she repeats. She takes slow, careful steps towards the barn. They can't draw attention to their movements. They can't lead the creature in. That'll just put everyone at risk.

The creature clicks and chitters, as if it can echolocate. The sound sends chills down Marcus's spine, and he finds himself freezing again. He can't move. Regan's hands press against his shoulder blades, but he can't move. It'll hear him.