Scotty moved to take his spot in front, wondering if he shouldn't be in back just in case something did make a grab for them. He still felt that he was their best bet if it came down to a fight. However, he didn't want to have Chase in front when the guy planned on throwing his molotov. He didn't know how good the guy would be at running and throwing, or how well the baggie would hold up once lit and flying. No one needed to accidentally be set on fire.
"Okay," he started, but stopped at the next two sounds. He waited a beat, for a moment just trying to understand what was happening. The next scream, the nearest scream, was so chilling that he swore he felt it in his bones. He jumped, shining his flashlight into the trees, before quickly changing his mind and shining it in front of them, in the direction that they needed to be going, to see that they wouldn't make any missteps. To see that their path wasn't blocked. "Go," he hissed, nudging at Ivy to make sure that she'd get moving, while being careful not to accidentally hit her with his knife that he now held so tightly that it hurt his knuckles. "Go go go go go," he told Chase, figuring the guy would have no issues with the demand.