No Escape!
"Please! I'm not like them!"
Four heads snapped toward me.
Mary raised her weapon immediately. John took a step in front of the child. The younger woman, Scarlet, I heard Mary call her, aimed a crossbow at my chest. The only one who didn't move was the little girl, she just blinked up at me, clutching her rabbit tighter. For a few heartbeats, nobody spoke, and the wind grew quiet through the fields like it was holding its breath.
Then Mary said, "Come out slowly. Hands where we can see them."