<strong>Piledriver Lane</strong><br/><br/>Lorraine calculated the distance towards the front door in her mind. When she had gotten past Greg, it had seemed on a few steps away but now... and with the wounded girl, it felt as if the exit was on the other side of town. She thought of calling for help, but the ambulance still had not arrived. By the time she got that bored voice on the phone, the house would have burned down.<br/><br/>"We make a run for it." She decided. "I'll go first, in case there's anything in our way. Follow me. And oh, cover your mouth. Careful with that breathing."<br/><br/>Hand close to the door knob she waited for him. "Ready?" Upon his assent she nudged the door open and held it with her foot until the others had caught up. From there it was a direct line to the front door and she raced towards it, intending to hold that door for the others as well. "Do you have a car? Or some place where we can keep her warm?" The irony of that question wasn't totally lost on her and she grimaced. "You know what I mean."