Lee could see the figure in front lurching forward, their weapon in hand. He hopped backward, his arms up to guard him. For a minute, he thought he made it away without any problems. But a stabbing pain down his arms told him a little otherwise.

That took his mind off of the fog, or the sixth sense telling him to look behind. He brought his injured arm to his chest, surprised to find blood seeping through his fingers. What kind of weapon was he wielding?

This wasn't home; this was a place where anything could be a weapon. Even the smallest of things could be deadly.

He didn't have any weapons, but that was okay. He didn't need them. Lee took a step or two backwards, ready to launch forwards towards the one in front...