in front of us and yells, "Get inside! Now!"

He's pulled the axe out of a nearby tree stump.

I try to grab him. I try to call out, "Come with us!"

I can't shout anything. He shoves us inside and slams the door. People race around arming themselves and barricading the entrances. There's tension and fear in the room, but everyone seems fairly prepared.

I was out there though. There were so many of them, hundreds, all the way back as deep as I could see into the forest. There's no way a dozen or so drunks with a table in front of the doorway are going to stop them from doing anything they like.