Gage felt his head grow hot as fear grew on the boy's face, and he knit his brows, not with fear anymore. He was done being afraid. Something else creeped into him, and it felt like his heart was slowly cracking. This was exactly what he didn't want. He could almost read the boy's face. This was his house, and they were the Intruders. Blood-soaked, war-hardened monsters. Not heroes.
Then the light flicked on, and na distant shout echoed into the room, followed by a mechanical hum as the room came to life again. More footsteps came.
Rex raised his gun, and slowly spun in a circle looking for where the voices came from. He counted the footsteps, noting how many there was. He looked at Gage. Something seemed off about him, Rex just couldn't figure out what.