“Death,” I said, knowing no better way to describe them to a mortal. “What… are they?” Red asked breathlessly. Low hanging branches slapped at us, tearing at our clothing. We dipped around a tree, both of us stumbling over thick roots and underbrush. The beanie was gone, revealing a head full of thick dreads. It seemed better than running in a straight line. “Move,” I gasped as we dashed under the canopy of trees, darting to the right. Our shoes tripped in the tangled weeds and my chest was hurting, the muscles in my arm straining to keep Red on his feet. Anywhere was better than being out in the open. We could lose them, or at least we could try. Through the fog rolling over the field, I could make out the shapes of more warehouses beyond a cluster of ancient maples. Another bolt of light split the dark sky. Lightning zipped overhead and a crash of thunder jolted both of us. He was praying and crying-sobbing really.
Incoherent babbling came from him as I dragged him on. I yanked him back to his feet, half tugging him across the field. I briefly considered leaving him there to fend for himself, but my mother hadn’t raised me that way. Red was so much slower than I was and he fell-a lot. “Run!” I yelled, pumping my legs until they burned. Flat laughter followed us as our feet left the dirt path and crashed through field grass. Then we were running, me and the guy who’d held a knife to my throat moments before. I pulled on his arm until he twisted around. “Come on! You’ve got to run!”įear rooted Red to the spot. I reached out, grabbing Red’s flailing arm.
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