(OOC: whoops sorry)<br/><br/>Shawn looked at the group of girls, all around his age. They seemed to almost ignore him as they closed the door. One girl in particular commanded a presence in the room with her eyes alone. Shawn realized she must have been the leader as she nodded a thank you and said "so few left..." Shawn looked over the girls. They looked to all be the 'wrong crowd'. Piercings, strong dominant bodies, disheveled and colored hair. These were the type of girls Shawn would have avoided at school. In fact he often avoided girls of any kind at school, never really knowing how to react around them, often letting his shyness take over, especially if they were beautiful. The leader was one of those girls, despite her piercings and red hair. He felt nervous around her, not just because he didn't know or trust her, but because of her beauty.<br/><br/>He still held the knife forward, and none of the girls reacted to it. He froze, unable to speak, unsure if one would lunge at him. He kept Claire behind. He swallowed his shyness and finally asked, "who are you?"<br/><br/>He heard the wind around the cabin, sounding like something between the howl of a wind, and the roar of an animal. It shook the windows, vibrating the roof above them. The view through the window was now jet black. He shone his flashlight around and noticed tendrils of smokes entering through the bottom of the front door. He shone it again, and the same smoke seeped through the cracks around the window. Pain shot through Shawn's muscles, causing him to tense up and groan. He fell to his knees. "We have to block the openings!" he screamed. They had to do it fast, or else they might turn mad like his father.