Helanie:
It got so bad we could no longer hear each other. The wind whooshed and thunder cracked so loud I thought, if this wasn't the Grey Woman, it would be Doomsday.
I held my breath and started to douse her with the alcohol, but it was too little. She was soaked, we needed more.
Maximus sprinted for Emmet's room and I followed. We saw how much damage the storm had done.
Even the passage Emmet used to wander was torn apart. We had to fight our way to his room. As expected, there were plenty of bottles.
"Try to grab as many as you can," I told him, and he knew why.
"He can buy more if he wants, you know that, right?" Maximus said, and I grunted.
"I know he can, but he doesn't have to. He has to learn to change his habits now," I said.
We grabbed bottles and ran back to the garden. It didn't look good. Monsters were pouring toward the yard. Emmet and Norman had to drop the door and join the fight, and Maximus ran to help them.
