Martin runs. Not towards the house or the barn, like he's trying to hide. He runs towards the corn. Marcus claps his hand around Regan's wrist, because even if this is a terrible moment, he's going to take it for the chance that it is. Martin might be okay. He might manage to escape.

Maybe.

Regan follows her brother, reluctantly at first. Her free hand swings out towards Martin, like she can pull him back on will alone. But of course, she can't, and too soon, she's disappearing into the barn to hide with her brother.

The creature shrieks as it turns to chase the sudden explosion of sound rushing its ears. Its long limbs eat the distance between it and its new quarry.