Serif watched the horrors unfold before his very eyes, we cant defeat this he thought he started to walk backwards as jan tried to pump bullets into the devilish scum. Then without even caring about his new "friends" he remembered about the only family he had, dropping his only drawn gun serif darted back to his house. Oh no they better not be in danger he thought, what would he do if they had died, probably go insane, probably kill himself or maybe take the whole damn town with him.
He bolted down the street, leaving jan and luke alone to fend for themselves. He quickly turned onto the street that his house was on. Please don't be dead, Please don't be dead he kept repeating in his head. As he got to his door way he stopped and pause for a seconded, the female child's necklace was laying on the ground. Serif stopped and picked it up, he looked over to the doorway. There were small pools of blood leading up the stairs and into the house. Oh no they got them. Serif drew his remaining colt and proceeded to search the house the first floor was clean. the second floor was clean. "The Cellar !" Serif ran down the stairs jumping nearly the whole stair case in the process he turn the corner, went down the hallway and stopped at the iron door. Serif felt as if the whole world was lifted from his shoulders, the door is closed they made it he thought. Serif took one last look around the house to make sure he was alone, then he opened the large door and flicked on the light. his eyes grew wide with horror, one of his precious children was bleeding heavily from the jugular. He had known all to well that she wasn't going to make it...