It isn't long before the five of them have moved their bags inside and found their places on the sofa. Amy is sitting on the right armrest, checking for signal once again.
"Have you never seen a horror movie?" Amy half-laughs, half-sobs.
"No. And I'm never going to, after tonight." They reach the edge of the woods and Natsuki steps past the first few trees.
Amy follows her. It's dark and she can barely see a foot in front of her, especially with the sky hidden by the trees.
They aren't the only ones in the woods.
Natsuki hesitates, then hands Amy the knife.
"What? No, you need it more." Amy shakes her head, offering it back.
"I can't even use my good hand, it'll do more good if you have it."
"But then you don't have anything."
"I've still got my other hand and I swear to god, if I see any one of them, I'll scratch out more than just their eyes."
Amy nods her agreement, although she is doubtful. As she takes another step forward, she finds that there is something obstructing her path.
Natsuki squints at it, trying to make out its shape in the darkness. "...is that a door?" She asks after a few moments.
Amy nods, slowly, and reaches out to open it. There is no knob, but it doesn't seem to have been closed all the way. She pries it open.
Natsuki steps inside hesitantly. It's completely empty, with blank white walls. Bright lights flicker on as she enters.
Amy follows her in. It's a small box, maybe the size of an elevator.
The Son also follows them in. As usual, he makes no sound.
Amy stills. There had only been two shadows a moment ago.
Natsuki doesn't notice the shadows. But she does notice when Amy goes rigid. "Are you okay?" She asks cautiously.
"Natsuki, I'm going to ask you a question and I need you to be honest with me." She says, struggling to keep her voice level.
"Yeah, what's the question?" Natsuki asks, frowning.
"Is there someone standing behind me?" She asks, tightening her grip on the knife.
Natsuki's eyes slowly travel from Amy to the figure behind her. "Yes."
He continues standing there, holding a knife in each hand.
The doors shut and the box begins to move downwards.
Amy nods slowly and shakily. "Thought so." She spins around, lashing out with the knife.
He deflects the blow with one of his knives, and stabs the other towards her stomach.
Amy gasps as the knife slides into her flesh. It doesn't go deep- maybe an inch- but it's more than enough. She drops the knife and stumbles back.