Hazel snarled down at Haley. "Keep moving. Just go faster." Hazel picked up her pace, trying to get Amos to the attic. He was the only one who knew what was going on, one of the only ones who felt confident fighting this thing off. Hazel didn't think her bravado would last through the night if Amos was eaten by the Tartok, and since everyone else seemed to have a habit of running off, she didn't think they'd last if there wasn't someone who tried to fight.

"FASTER!" She hissed, trying not to draw the attention of the Tartok. Whoever was down there with it was armed and had no problem using the weapon. They would have to handle it on their own.

"Which way is the attic? Do you know?"