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It wasn’t the kinda night to be outdoors. There was rain and lightning, thunder and even some hail. Seemed to be coming down in buckets. Jack and his group were safely inside a nice farmhouse they had just taken over. The wife was tied to her bed upstairs, completely nude and miserable. Her husband had been beaten up outside, buried in a shallow grave by an old oak tree without even so much as a prayer spoken over his corpse. The woman knew she wouldn’t survive these men for long, perhaps a week.
As he sat with his boots up on the small coffee table, Jack watched the furious storm from the window while his men searched the house. They had to make sure nobody else was here, maybe hiding and thinking of escaping to warn the town of their arrival. He didn’t like that, Jack preferred to have everything done his way. When he was ready and not a moment before. So when one of his men came into the living room to announce that the farmhouse was clear, he smiled to himself.
“Except for one room.”
Jack stopped smiling and stood swiftly to his feet. “What room?” he demanded and was led to a door that had been painted a light powder blue. He looked into the room, pushing the door open just enough to be able to see what was inside. He noticed this was obviously a small child’s bedroom, or a nursery even. His eyes were soon drawn to the cradle in the corner by the window. It was not empty.
There was a toddler sleeping in it.
“Aw hell!”
