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Part 3
"Is there a key hiding under a rug or something somewhere?"
They looked around the porch in the mailbox, under the steps, they lifted the rug that said Welcome, but there was nothing.
"They're coming." David said.
Members of the horde were picking themselves up off the ground and continued coming towards the scouts.
"Over here." Richie said.
They looked over and saw him standing in front of the window. He jammed his pocket knife underneath and raised it up enough that he could squeeze his hand between the small opening to lift it up. Mr. Rob put his hand inside and helped Richie push it all the way open.
"Inside everyone." Mr. Rob said.
Richie climbed in first, followed by Will then Freddy.
"Joyce, go."
She put her knee up on the ledge and fell face first through the window. She twisted her body landing shoulder first onto the hardwood floor. David was lowered down by Joyce's Dad next to her. He followed stretching his long leg through the window and bending his torso underneath to clear his head and saw Joyce on the floor.
"What happened?" Dad asked.
"I fell on my arm."
Her dad helped her up while she rubbed her shoulder. He took a look at her and only saw a small bruise forming where she landed.
"You'll be all right."
Mr. Rob came through the window and did an immediate turn to shut it and flip the lock.
"Everyone into the middle."
The troop gathered in the center of the large room near a long rack of camp souvenirs. It was dark inside the trading post with no way to tell if the horde was coming or not.
"Are they gone?" Will asked.
They continued to stand together in silence, listening for a sound. Joyce hugged her dad around his hip, David hugged him on the other side. Mr. Rob stepped forward trying to listen from behind the door.
"Maybe they--"
BOOM! BOOM! And another BOOM! Then more BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Rumbled against the door and walls.
"Secure the door. Grab everything you can and put it in front of it." Mr. Rob said.
Joyce's dad followed his instructions and went for a table full of folded camp T-shirts. He slid it across the floor in front of the door. Mr. Rod grabbed a deer head off the wall and wedged it underneath the table. Freddy and Richie began taking books off the shelves and threw them on or under the table.
The banging kept getting louder and louder, never stopping. David was still paralyzed with fear while Will started helping throw the books. Joyce saw a box full of walking sticks by the window she thought would be able to hold the door shut. She ran over to take one, SMASH! Window glass flew in all directions as an arm came crashing in and wrapped itself around Joyce.
"Daddy!"
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