Monsters from some kind of Hell were closing in on them from behind. The smell of them alone was enough to make Charlie's eyes water. He was no kind of fighter. His life had been a dreamer's existence before he'd lost his brother, Sam, and then it had become a different kind of dream all together. Never had Charlie been a soldier. Fighting, killing, those weren't things he could do even if they were being chased by something which probably wanted to eat them.
He decided to get a better grip on Liv's wrist before he started to run once more.
"Running together. That's as good as it gets, I guess. You better hope they get me before they get you. Something tells me it'd be worse for you. I don't know how I know that. I do know even the spirits are running from these things. That's bad."
Charlie didn't have to emphasize seeing dead people run from anything was unusual. They were already dead. It was rare something made them afraid or even the least bit off-center. Most spirits were fairly calm. Some were even cheerful. He ran into a lot who wanted answers. Sadness carried over into death often enough. Charlie was more afraid than ever to see spirits running in fear. He had no desire to be caught by these things. Liv wouldn't be caught if he had anything to say about it.
Things were close to them. Very close.
The complex Charlie was in -Hope Springs- was just in sight. He ran faster on pure adrenaline, shoving Liv ahead of him to hit the stairs first. They were on the second floor. He was in a room on the second floor. Charlie hadn't spent a lot of time there. The cemetery felt more like home than any apartment ever could. His door wasn't locked. Charlie wasn't even sure where the key was for the place. It was probably still on the dresser where it had been when he'd first arrived. Why was he thinking about such stupid things? Unimportant things?
He yelled his room number to Liv along with, "The door's not locked! In! Get in!"