Don't move. That was easy enough to say but difficult to do. Ivy's throat had closed up as soon as she heard that shriek and she almost thought getting zapped into unconsciousness would be worth it if she could just run inside and lock herself away somewhere. No way she could make it back to the mill, but still.
Did Chase hear it? Scotty? Ivy was panting now and she scrambled to her feet, ready to run if she had to. It was bad. It was all bad and it was coming their way. Ivy tried to talk, tried to tell Oliver that she didn't think an axe would do anything to help them, if those things got close, but nothing really came out of her mouth beyond a strangled moan of terror.