Howard breathes deep, trying to get all the precious air he can in his lungs. "Nice roll." He means it.

He's still desperate to put as many walls as possible between him and the outside, so he walks into the kitchen and sits down on the tile floor, catching his breath. There's an island there, so he rests his back against it. "We'll find another car and get the others later, if they're still alive."

He's about to say more when a particularly upsetting sound hits his ear. It's the sound of claws against the locked door outside, then a thump, then the cracking of glass shards under weight. Which must be the window they broke.