Low.
Serious.
Commanding.
Jessie pulled Sarah down behind a fallen log.
“Stay low,” he whispered.
They inched forward just enough to see.
Soldiers.
At least a dozen of them. Uniforms. Weapons. Organized.
Sarah’s breath caught.
“They’re… the army,” she whispered.
Jessie’s eyes narrowed as he listened.
“…area’s not clear,” one soldier said.