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The shotgun downstairs roared again, and running footsteps approached. “Harry!” Thomas shouted. He appeared at the bottom of the stairs, sword in hand, just as I hurried out the door, still toting Gard.
“We had company up here!” I called. I started down the stairs as quickly and carefully as I could. “
I think there are three more of them down here,” Thomas said, making way for me. He took note of Gard. “Holy crap.”
A corpse lay on the floor of the entry hall. It was black and furry and big, and I couldn’t tell much more about it than that. The top four-fifths of its head were gone and presumably accounted for the mess all over the opposite wall. Its guts were spilled out on either side of its body, steaming in the cold air drifting through the shattered front door. Hendricks crouched in the shadowed living room, covering the entryway with his shotgun.

Small Favor Chapter 13, Page 104-105