Cameron looked around and called Caroline back in. It had sounded like a gunshot... then there was anohter, this time breaking one of the windows in Camerons house.
Cameron saw Allistair running down the stairs. " go downstairs in the basement! Its safest there" exclaimed Cameron as he grabbed his phone and his dog's leash.
"Oh right. Its fine i mnot going to hurt u. There is light and Caroline will protect u. I have to call backto the station and get them over here to check things out." Promised Cameron.
He took a deep breath and just nodded. He bit his lip and looked around before looking back at him. He could trust him right? He took the leash and headed towards the basement door with shaky hands.
Cameron dualed the station. When someone picked up, it was his friend. "I need backup at my house. Im hearing gunshots aimed at my house." he said as more shots shattered windows.
He took a deep breath and jumped when he heard more gunshots. He opened the door and headed downtl the stairs slowly, he made sure to turn the light on as he went and shut the door behind him.
Minutes later, FBI cars rolled up alongside Camerons house. Half searched the woods behind the house while the others searched close to the house in the neighborhood.
He smiled and nodded. "Its got a bed. So i definitely like it." He told him and laid down on the bed. He curled up in the blanket and closed his eyes. He just about fell asleep right theren
Cameron went to bed feeling happy and proud that he saved this kid from his torture, but he was still wondering abut Allistair's parents and who this mouse was.
Alistair was asleep for a couple of hours before he woke from a bad dream. He sat up in the dark room and started to panick. Then he remembered where he was. He quickly got up and turned the light on before he laid back down in bed.
Alistair turned the water off and looked at himself, the frown still on his face. He just wanted to get into the shower and wash himself off.