Rhyllann squatted with icy water numbing him from the hips down, his mind reeling from what he’d heard. Could this be a trick of some kind? Maybe an vivid hallucination bought on by exhaustion and cold. He risked a peek. A military style jeep was still parked on the drive opposite. As he watched he saw torch beams flickering in windows. Of all the bloody places for them to shelter in. Their luck could not get any worse. To his right, a ghostly face appeared at the frame of the window he'd recently broken. Wren! Moving recklessly, Rhyllann hurtled across the lawn, hoisting himself into the kitchen.
‘Annie – A jeep! There’s a jeep!’ Wren gestured wildly as though Rhyllann couldn’t see they had company.
‘I know! Get down!’
Wren’s face turned even whiter as Rhyllann explained the new danger they were in.