Anaya watched what Shawn did and likewise lifted the jacket she'd had wrapped around her waste to cover her nose and mouth.  Then she ran to the now-open window, reeled back and swung the log as hard as she could at the thrusting hand.  There was a scream of pain and a sickening crunch.  The hand fell away and left a trail of surprisingly bright blood behind on the window ledge.  "Get the hell away from here!"  After a long moment, things suddenly became oddly silent outside, though the odd black mist continued to seep into the room through the broken window like oily poison.  Then, a deafening crash and from a small window behind Liz (one of Anaya's companions) arms reached.  Before any of them could do or say another thing, Liz was yanked as easily as a toy out of the window and they heard her blood-curdling scream.  "No!"  Anaya cried, but she could not reach the other girl in time.  More screaming from outside.  Then, silence...   With another window opened, the black mist began to pour into the building in earnest.  Anaya felt a pain creeping into her lungs even through the jacket that felt like fractured mirror shards stabbing at her insides.  Her eyes turned to Shawn in desperation.  "We may have to make a run for it!"  She said, voice muffled beneath the cloth.