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least."
    Rosemary stared vacantly at the wall, digesting what Tom had said. "How far do you think this thing has spread, Tom?"
    "I have no idea. At first I thought it was just in town. But now I'm not so sure."
    "This snowstorm came out of nowhere…"
    "I know. I don't think anyone was prepared for it. And that's what they were counting on."
    "What happens to the beasts in the morning? Do they change back?"
    Tom nodded. "As far as I know, they become human when the moon goes down. That's the hope, at least."
    Rosemary slunk to the floor, covering her face with her hands. "What if they don't?"
    Tom placed one of the pistols in his lap. Next to him, Rosemary breathed heavily. It was a lot to take in. For anyone. Just a few hours ago, Tom was as shell-shocked as she was. If he hadn't been living in danger— breathing it—for as many hours as he had, he might not have believed the stories himself.
    "It'll be okay, Rosemary," he said, trying to sound convincing. "We'll get through this."
    "My kids are out there. I need to get to them."
    "I'm sure Jason and Jeffrey are hunkered down somewhere," Tom reassured her, knowing it was far from a guarantee. "As soon as it's morning, we'll go look for them."
    "What if morning's too late?"
    Tom stared at her. He didn't have an answer.  

Chapter Six

    "I can't stay here," Rosemary repeated, as if it were a mantra.  
    Tom ignored her. He swiveled his gaze from the now-covered windows to the door, keeping alert for danger. In the short time he'd been there, he'd already acclimated to Colton's dirty house. The grime-covered walls had become a place of relative safety.
    "Have you ever fired a gun?" he asked Rosemary.
    "No," she admitted.  
    "You're going to need to learn, if you want to survive the night."
    "Okay."
    "I'm sure this is the last thing you expected you'd be doing. But we're going to have to work together if we want to get out of this."
    Rosemary agreed, and Tom handed her a pistol. He showed her how to load it, aim, and fire. Rosemary took the pistol, her hands shaking. She gripped the gun and aimed at the cellar door, testing it out. With the weapon in her hands, she seemed a little more confident, but no less terrified. Tom's lesson was hardly a substitute for experience, but it would have to do.
    He caught a better glimpse of her face. In the frenzy of the escape, Tom had barely had time to study her features. Underneath her smeared makeup, Rosemary had soft eyes and a kind face. She was in her mid-thirties, if he had to guess.
    "Were you in the army?" she asked him.
    "No," Tom said. "I used to hunt when I was younger. My dad taught me how to shoot."
    "That makes sense. My husband Ron's an accountant. He doesn't know much about that sort of thing." She cast a despondent glance at the floor. "I'm sorry. It's only been a few months since he died. Sometimes I think he's still with us."
    "I understand." And he did. Tom held up the flashlight. "I'm going to shut this off and preserve the batteries. I'm afraid it'll die."
    "Okay."
    Before shutting it off, Tom caught a glimpse of the dead beast in the corner. Prior to tonight, Tom had never shot anything remotely human. It was incredible how much had changed. He flicked off the light. The basement fell silent save their bated breathing.
    Somewhere deep in the distance, a long, soulless howl echoed into the sky.
    "One minute we were asleep, the next the neighborhood was filled with them," Tom said, shaking his head in the dark. "I can't believe how quickly this all happened."      
    "I knew something was going to happen tonight. Call it mother's intuition. I couldn't stop thinking about Jason and Jeffrey. I pictured something happening to them. It's awful having that feeling, you know? Especially now that I'm right."
    Tom agreed. He knew that feeling well. Even with Jeremy gone, he still got it himself. Jeremy's absence was like a phantom limb.
    "I knew I should've gone with them to my mother-in-law's." Rosemary blew a