"Jesus Christ.." Lee mumbled, taking in the deserted house he had entered. He was hoping to find someone to help him, but that seems very unlikely. Furniture thrown and flipped over, clutter and blood everywhere — it looked like a crime scene.

"Daddy?" He suddenly heard a voice call out. It sounded like it was coming from a radio. He searched for the source, and found a walkie-talkie. "Hello?"

"You need to be quiet," The voice responded. "Are you okay?" He asked them.

"They tried to get me.. but I'm safe. I'm hiding in my tree-house.." Lee glanced outside to the backyard. "That's smart. Where are your parents?"