Days have gotten shorter for all of us. We are all exhausted from the running. The dim lights flickered around us. I watch as Jane delicately prepares for the long day ahead. I walked past the empty storage room filled with nothing but a few chairs and some used candles. The air is thick with tension. I lean in to see what Jane is looking at. "We need to cover more ground." She says. "Alright we'll head out tomorrow morning." I take the map from her and examine it over. We have been on the run for a few months now. Surviving on what little we could scrap up. Its just been Jane and I, till now. We have new leads that other people, hopefully hunters, are somewhere in the surrounding area. Fifty or more acres of nothing but woods. Since the end of times is upon us people have become scarce. Now we spend each day in fear of demons crawling to our doorsteps. Jane glances over to me, "How are we on salt?" I replied with "We have plenty for the time being." I then set the map on the table and walk over to my bedside and grab the salt underneath it. Suddenly a crash comes from outside and the smell of newly fired bullets fill the air. Setting the salt aside, I then pick up my shotgun and rush out the door. I then see Jane's short black hair being held by a demon. One I've never seen before. I aim at it, only to be throne across the yard. Pain fills my body. I look over to see the demon and Jane gone. My stomach drops as my mind races to find answers.
