Dave must have got Mary when he attacked her, because after about three hours barricaded in the bedroom, she started growling and went for Richard. Christopher, Chris, Dale, and I managed to haul her off, and Dale pushed her out the window, but she got ahold of him and he was bleeding. He went off on his own--he said "to finish this," and I'm really scared for him. He saved my life about a dozen times today.
Christopher, Chris, and Richard and I decided to make a break for it. Christopher has his bike; he thinks he can outrun them on it. I wish him godspeed; he's going to try to send back help. He's a brave man.
When we broke out, we found Gavin. God help me, I thought he'd gone into town with the others, but there he was battling up the stairs with a torch in one hand and a fire extinguisher in the other.
He was magnificent.
It just wasn't enough.
Richard and I are the last ones now, and.... Well. He's going to try to make it to the lodge; some of the goldsmiths are in there and they have a fire going. Maybe there's a little safety in numbers.
It's so funny. When we came up here, we were joking about how it was the perfect setting for a slasher movie. There's only one road out, the doors don't lock, it's isolated and spooky. We even started assigning people roles: Mary was going to be the good girl who survived, Richard was the serial killer who decoyed us all up the mountain on a pretext.
Isn't it ironic?
Me? I'm going to siphon some gasoline from the truck into all these empty diet coke bottles. I've got a lighter and the sheets from the bed. They travel in packs. Maybe I can attract a lot of them, all together.
There's a creeping numbness in my leg, and a lot of pus in the wound already. I don't think it's going to get any better.
The flies are already hovering.