Sydney and Mark got out of the car and entered the house; they stumbled into the kitchen. It was pitching black, she made no move to turn on the light. They came to a stop when Mark bumped into the dining table. “Shit!” Mark exclaimed.
“Shut up and let me think,” Kalian shouted. “What’s there to think about? While you roll around between sheets with your whore, we starve.” Thomas yelled and threw his beer bottle across the room, smashing it into the wall.
The cold air that crept under the barn door made Sydney shiver. It had rained in the evening and now the fog was thicker than ever. She stood frozen as she watched the shadow get close to the door. “Get it together Sydney,” she mumbled to herself.