Eleven: Lana

Lana's P.O.V.

The sound of Maddie giggling as she sprinted down the hallway made me wake. The blanket over me fell as I jumped to my feet searching for my weapon. I shoved my hand between the cushions, feeling that disgusting truth that I needed to vacuum the couch and armchair, but no gun.

Not having time to waste, I picked the blanket up from the ground, pausing slightly when I realized it was the same one I had placed over our uninvited guest, but ignored it, more focused on the lack of anything metal falling from the fabric.

If he had my weapon and my daughter, I was screwed.

I grabbed the fire poker, holding it up like a bat as I moved around the corner to the hallway. The door to Maddie's room was open, and I tiptoed over quietly. He shouldn't have been able to move from the extent of his injuries, let alone walk all the way down the hallway.

Maddie was talking, explaining how her doll used to be a princess but became a