Clementine:
We had to find a way into the house, but Ian had already helped with that. He told us one of the back doors in the first brown house wasn’t boarded up. It had a lock I could easily pick, so we went straight there. While I was working on it, we began to feel uneasy.
"Shit, guys, come on, quick, quick, quick," Troy urged, his voice giving me goosebumps, and I knew why. The Medusa was somewhere nearby. I turned my head to the side and saw her shadow appear in the backyard of the house we were at. But before she could fully show herself, I had opened the door and we all rushed in.
Ian took the initiative to quietly close the door, and then we began moving around. Since we had already been in this house and scanned the first floor, we knew which rooms were there and where we could hide. But as soon as we entered, we realized there weren’t many people downstairs.
One of the crusaders, Jessie, was tied next to a sofa with a rope around her neck. She was badly beaten.
We began tiptoeing toward her when noises came from the side, making us step back again. The corridor was narrow, so we couldn’t see the whole living room, which was why we missed the people inside.
"What are we going to do with this Medusa?" a woman asked.
"She always comes once a year just to cry and take victims. I guess it satisfies her," The man replied, giving us more insight.
"Don’t worry about it. All of us know not to answer her door. She lures her victims in. But if she finds you in the open air, you’re done. Think of her as human, she can only kill you when she’s right in front of you. But she can’t unlock doors. That’s the one thing that makes her less human." He laughed, then fell silent, in a way that felt almost traumatic.
"Look at this bitch. Do you think I can fuck her?" he asked, pointing at Jessie. My heart pounded louder.
"Well, you can," the woman answered. "We’re already thinking about it. We need to grow our population, and for that, we have to impregnate the women quickly. She’s just nineteen, so I’m sure it will be an easy pregnancy." Her words made my fists clench.
While they were talking, a sudden knock came at the door.
"Open the door, please. I’m so cold out here, mommy."
We didn’t recognize the voice, but the woman jumped up and rushed toward the door. The man quickly blocked her path.
"Bsby, it’s not our daughter," he said, reminding her that it could be Medusa impersonating her. That’s when we realized these two were husband and wife, or at least a couple, and they were openly talking about impregnating other women. That was just sad.
"No, this is our daughter," the woman argued, struggling to free herself from his grip.
That was our cue. If they moved out of the way, we could put our plan into action.
"No, I’m telling you this isn’t her," the man said, dragging her aside, almost helping us without realizing it.
"We need to untie Jessie first," Haiden whispered, his voice low so that the couple wouldn’t hear him. I knelt carefully and moved toward the door.

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