“They’re right here,” Jamie called. “Trying to open it.” Noah joined him, voice firm. “Don’t open it. Doesn’t matter what they do—we keep them out.” Another sound came—a deep, groaning creak. The door was being pushed hard now. The crate jammed in front of it shifted slightly.
“They’re using something to try and force it open,” Jamie said, stepping back. “If they keep going like this, they’ll break through.” “Get behind the crates,” Noah said. “If they make it in—we stay back and out of sight.” Jamie’s breathing was fast and shallow.