We use broken down chairs and tv stands to block off the entrance. Their claws are tearing through it like butter to a hot knife. I start to shoot the shears one by one while emily holds fish like she was fishes mother and he was her kitten. "emily run up stairs quick"! My leg got clawed by one of the shears. We run in the bathroom and lock the door. Emily looks at me and says "your leg is bleeding badly. We need to bandage it or you'll bleed out ". She pours alcohol on my wound. I yell in pain. She bandages it tight as she can to stop the bleeding. Were stuck in the restroom with no way escape from the shears.
