I spent too long trying to figure out why this sounded so familiar:
“Colter?” The only girl in the group quietly calls.
Seemingly smarter than the others, but it's still not enough.
The moon casts an eerie, seemingly ethereal glow upon the gently falling onslaught of white that bites at the skin of four lost souls as they brazenly make their way across the slippery, shining street.
They were discovered, and so was their base.
The two yards they cut through to get here were littered with raised ground and slightly visible wires, as is the front yard of this home.
Him and the one who appears in charge share some muted words, before Shotgun Boy nods almost reluctantly and shoots one last glance out into the night, and the door is shut.
and Colter shuts the door.
The door is closed.
The door closed.
"Colter!" The girl hisses.
The girl tugs on his shirt. "Colter?" She whispers.
and turns to slowly push open the wooden gate they all face.
Overhead, a black drone records four entirely oblivious adolescents making their way to a boarded up house through a smart middle path that cuts through two trap-filled backyards.