The black smoke was making it hard to see anything more than a foot in front of him. Anaya mentioned running as their only option. Seeing as the smoke was becoming as thick in her as it was out there, at least outside they could run and escape. Here they were trapped, with a madman outside. Shawn made sure his jacket was tight against his mouth, but felt the pain in his muscles. He quickly checked Claire's jacket, making sure she held it tight. He looked at Anaya and nodded.<br/><br/>Looking to the back of the cabin he noticed another window. He ran up to it and slammed his elbow against it. It hurt, and the window cracked but didn't break. So he looked around, and noticed a fire iron near the fireplace. He rushed to grab it and swung it at the window, breaking it into pieces. He did a quick sweep to removed the shards at the bottom and sides. "Come on!" he screamed. He took a breath, removed his jacket, and picked up claire helping her first through the window. He then jumped through the window landing next to his sister.<br/><br/>He looked behind for Anaya, and contemplated just leaving them behind, but decided to wait; he wasn't sure why. He raised his jacket again, but his stomach was in pain, and his lungs burned. Suddenly the madman from outside screamed and came for Shawn. His eyes were completely black, and his veins just as dark. His hand was cut and broken, but the man didn't seem to care. Shawn swung the poker at the man, making a hard contact with his face. The hook tore at the man's cheek and black blood poured. As the blood hit the ground the blackness of it wafted off of it like the smoke, and it turned red.<br/><br/>The madman screamed, but seemed to use the pain to fuel his rage. He turned to Shawn and tackled him down onto the ground. The weight of the man's knee pushed onto his chest and Shawn could barely scream. The madman pushed his hands against Shawn's face and started thrusting his thumbs into Shawn's eyes. Shawn grabbed the man's hands, holding with all his might.