I stare out the window, trying to get a good view of who that could have been. I look over to Luke and see the same look on his face that I had: worry.
They were coming. I couldn't quite get a good view, but there was definitely figures walking up to the door of the cabin. Just...walking. Calmly, as if nothing happened. I look over to Luke again, and see his face drop, going pale. "What?" I say. "Take Clem upstairs and hide," Luke holds up his hand. I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. I turn to look at the figure again, this time closer. Heavy jacket - man, definitely. "Just go," Luke says, noticing that I'm hesitant. "I...yeah," I say. I go upstairs and Clem follows me. I try and stuff Clem in a tiny closet. "Be quiet," I whisper to her. She nods. I could see it in her eyes that she can do what she was told.
I stand next to the door of the bedroom stiffly. I set up my bow and arrow. Just in case.
"Well, Luke," A rough voice says. My heart drops as I notice who it was: Carver.
I could feel the temperature in the room rise as I got nervous. Was he going to kill us? Us against him, though. What are the chances of him surviving? None.
Until I heard other unfamiliar voices downstairs. A thick southern accent - female. And a few other male voices that I didn't recognize. This was dumb. Why was I upstairs hiding again? I should be downstairs helping.
"Troy, scan the place," Carver says. I could imagine the expression on his face as he was saying that - complete evil. I clutched my bow and arrow. He was going to come soon. "Now, you have a choice. You can gain your trust back. Or you can deal with me. Now I'm sure you don't want to do that," Carver's deep, scratchy voice states. "Though, of course, I know some of you will...Where's the little girl?"
I look over to the closet.
"And Luke?" He asks. Wait. Luke was gone now? Where the hell was he off to?
Footsteps were coming. I could hear them slowly. I got my bow and arrow ready and all set to shoot. They were coming closer now. I glanced over to the closet to make sure Clem wasn't going to freak out or anything. I could see Sarah doing that.
A shadow grew slowly outside of the door as a loud creak came from the floorboards. "What was that?" Carver's voice says. Wait, w-
My thoughts were cut off as a man comes, nearly slicing me with a machete. I duck in time and shoot the bow and arrow. I miss and hit the wall, as I notice who it was. "Luke! The hell?" I whisper. "Jesus! Sorry! Where's Clem?" He asks. I signal that she's in the closet. He stares at the closet for a few seconds, then goes over to open it. "What are you doing?" I croak. "She can defend herself," he opens the door, revealing Clem ready to shoot him with her gun. Shoot him with her gun. "Clem, it's me," he warns, Clem putting her gun down.
"HEY! I FOUND 'EM!" screams a man standing by the door. I spin around, holding my gun up, and I shoot my arrow. It hits his shoulder, slicing through it clean. Luke run over to him and kicks him in his stomach. He picks him up and slices his throat, dropping his limb body with a loud thump. He runs out of the room, and me and Clem follow. They're shooting at us now - I hear the screams of our group. They're yelling for them to stop shooting. Luke dives down and runs into the bathroom, locking the door once we're all in.
Someone was banging on the door, screaming for us to get out or they'll take down the door and kill us.
"Clem, be-" As I was about to tell her to be ready, I see her holding up her gun towards the door. "Good," I smile. Luke's holding up his machete and I'm holding up my bow and arrow.
"I take out the first one. Luke, you take second, Clem, take third."
The edges out the door cracks, and the door comes slamming down. I let go of my arrow, and it goes flying into the woman's shoulder. "Hey, Luke. Come here quick," I give him a look that says give her what you got.
At first he looks unsure, but then he smiles at me and grabs her my her hair.
"Luke. Luke please," The woman says. "I'm sorry. I never meant for it to be this way," She gives him a look of sympathy. "I know you. I know you won't do it. Come on, Luke. Where's the good side of you? C'mon," She stutters.
Luke looks at her and shake's his head. "Their ain't no more good side of me. Sorry, bitch."

And with that, he slices her neck wide open.