The trail is narrow, and they are forced to walk into the bushes to edge around this girl with her prey, guns out and ready for her to pounce. Robert hands Emma to his wife and stands between his family and the girl as they pass, waiting for her to move. He has his gun trained on the girls head, but knows he has little chance of stopping her if she can move like that boy or his daughter did.

Back on the trail, Robert tentatively walks backward, keeping his eye on this threat to their rear, and the girl finally takes physical notice of them with her head popping up to stare directly at the armed father. He steadies his gun’s aim, but true to his fear, the girl jumps at him and knocks his arm to the side, making the single shot he manages to fire to go wide. The speed they have is incredible.

Instead of biting him or knocking him down, she sniffs at his shirt and pierces his eyes with her stare. Her head pivots and shifts as she smells him, but her eyes never move away from his. His hand is shaking, still holding onto the gun she pushed away. He wants to pull it up and aim it, but he knows he won’t have the speed to shoot her.

“You don’t need to shoot me,” she exclaims stepping back away from him and seemingly reading his mind. “Not that you could if you tried.”

“Can my family and I leave?”

A noise on the hillside in the sun makes the girl slink back away from him.

“You need to mark them all if you want them to live,” she cries out while backing away to her previous victim.

Robert watches as the old woman’s body is dragged out of sight down the trail. When he turns, he sees Cora standing between him and his wife. Cora has grown taller again and has something sticking out of her back under her shirt. A deep womanly voice of confidence echoes from her throat. “That girl was right. I need to mark you all.”

She walks up to her father and now stands almost face to face to his six-foot height. She pulls his head a little lower to hers and begins crying again. At least it seems like tears at first, but they are thicker like gelatin. She rubs them on his face then bears her teeth, her new fangs, and rakes them up his forehead giving him two small cuts.

With a small bittersweet smile, she turns from him and does the same with her mother and her brothers and sisters. Giving an unusually tender hug to Gabriel, she hands him back to Tanya and faces her parents. “I don’t know exactly what is happening, but I am beginning to. This isn’t just here, I think it is everywhere. You should stay at the campsite. Don’t go home, I can’t protect you there. I will tell you what is happening when I find out more.”

Robert’s body is numb and weak when he emerges from the forest. Tanya exclaims the same feeling of exhaustion. Besides the inexplicable occurrence of the blue light, transformations, and murders, they have been carrying their youngest children for most of the day. Tanya and Robert hold on to each other and pull their children in close as they walk past additional scenes of death and other small groups of people huddled in fear and confusion.