"Like...people, but they're not people. They're solid and you can hurt them the same as they can hurt you, but they're steeped in darkness like it's infecting every part of their being," Alan replied, trying to come up with the right way to describe it. "They might've been people once - a lot of them were, I know that much. But they aren't anymore. Once they go down, there won't even be a body to speak of."
He felt as if he'd killed enough of them and no matter how many he took out, it still made him sick to his stomach. What if they were just possessed people? Then their families would be looking for them, but then when he'd looked in Bright Falls, there hadn't been so much as a missing persons flyer.
Shaking his head, Alan checked his pistol to make sure the clip was full and pushed it back into the gun. "There isn't," he replied. "It's either that or the darkness decides to possess objects and those'll come flying at us fast enough to kill. It's never a lamp or something small - it's always a car or something big enough to take you out in one clean shot. I dunno about you, but I like the refrigerator where it is."
He took a deep breath. A circle of lights could work. Maybe. On the Andersons' farm, the lights and fireworks from the stage hadn't damaged them until they'd gotten close and for the most part, it'd kept a lot of them at bay. "We can try it," he replied. "If not, we can always take them out and then move somewhere else, but some will still walk through the light whether it hurts them or not. A lot of them are like tanks."