You just narrowly missed getting hit and clawed on the side by a phantom.

Logan, a few feet from you, let out a pained shriek and stumbled forward. Tyler pulled him and continued running as he tried to asses the scratch Logan got from a phantom on his arm. The blood steadily dripped down.

"Dammit!..." Ashlyn winced, covering her ears. The phantoms wouldn't stop screeching and she couldn't properly hear what anyone was saying. Ben was dragging Aiden with because if he didn't, Aiden would run off and try to fistfight the phantoms.

Only one hour into the night and you're already being chased. They get closer by the second and one of you is already injured. Logan had tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he tried to block away the pain from his arm, but he couldn't no matter how hard he tried. He turned fast like a whip, raised his gun, and shot at one of the phantoms right before it reached him. He stumbled back and Taylor caught him, handing him back to Tyler who continued dragging him along.

The ceiling of the shelter they were running through started to rumble and some cracks were showing up. Ben bit his tongue and Aiden glanced up. "Huh! I think the roof is falling." Aiden hummed, staying the obvious with a smile. "Thanks, chicken little." Tyler said sarcastically, breath hitching as he jumped out of the way of a phantoms claw.

Ben's heart jumped into his throat as Aiden jumped from his arms and threw a knife at the phantom, jumping to retreat it and glaring at the other phantoms as if dating them to come closer to him. There was black goop trailing behind the phantoms and those smiles of theirs basically matched Aiden's. They were creepy as hell.