"How do we protect ourselves?" Hazel demanded, turning to face Amos. "You haven't told us yet. We have to know."

This whole thing was so messed up. Hazel was beginning to think she was in a dream. Was it normal for your hands and feet to get so cold when you were facing a flesh eating monster? She wasn't sure. "There are so many of us, we should be able to keep each other safe. Safety in numbers and everything." She walked past Amos to her boots by the door. If it was going to be this cold and getting colder all night, she wanted them on. Especially if anything might force her outside.

"And I suggest we all get bundled up in what we can. I'll have to go upstairs to get my stuff."