Chapter 13 The Visitors

• Two men stood on the porch, flashlights in hand, breath fogging the air. Their clothes were muddy, their faces pale with cold and exhaustion. One waved when he saw Darren’s shadow move.
• “Hey!” the man called out. “Sorry to bother you, sir, we’re kinda lost.”
• Darren didn’t open the door immediately. He studied them through the glass: both in their thirties, maybe, beards, backpacks. Not armed, at least not visibly. They looked like what they said they were.