Alec glanced down the hall. No sign of either one yet.

"There's the upstairs kitchen, and there's also the equipment shed, which has sports paraphernalia that could be useful...bats, and the like." The ex-00 flicked his flashlight's beam down the other end of the corridor. "Could be useful, unless we want to pick up some paprika in the kitchen and throw it in the monsters' eyes." Hey now. There was an idea...improvised pepper spray! A girl's move, to be sure, but there sure as hell was no glory in death.