Written for a Drabble Tree Challenge at LiveJournal's writerverse. Source line is in bold.
They'd been gone so long, she was about ready to go out after them herself. Then she heard a sound and moved slowly to open the door a crack.
"It's me," came a harsh whisper. "Let me in."
She opened the door just wide enough to let him slip through. He turned to close and bolt it as soon as he was in.
Her eyes wide, she asked in a trembling voice, "But what about everyone else?"
He shook his head brusquely as he pulled his jacket off, revealing a blood-stained shirt underneath. "They didn't make it."