Hazel stared down at the blood splattered across the bottom of the stairs. Her stomach churned, and she regretted the cheesecake she made earlier. She turned to the side and emptied the contents of her stomach quietly for a moment.

"Come on. Grab Amos. We don't know how quickly it eats." Her voice was toneless and monotone as the shock settled ever deeper into her.

Hazel grabbed the bag Courtney had dropped, hung it off of her elbow again,  hung the rifle along her back, and picked Amos up just the way she had held him earlier.

"Let's just get upstairs."

Hazel waited until Haley was situated and started moving toward the attic again.

"Hey!" She called up. "Hey! Actually fucking answer me this time!" She was angry, but her voice was hoarse, so she was trying not to get too loud. "Mark! Help us get Amos up there! He's knocked out and the stairs are screwed up. I swear if you keeping ignoring me I will take this eagle and get myself out of here."