Davey dropped down onto his shoulders from a ledge in an opening where the ceiling stretched far over their heads. He was so light, at first Alan thought someone had thrown a blanket over his shoulders.Then the fingers dug into his eyes. Then the fingers fishhooked the corner of his mouth.Then the screech, thick as a desiccated tongue, dry as the dust of a golem, like no sound and like all the sounds at once.The smell of corruption was everywhere, filling his nostrils like his face has been ground into a pile of rotten meat. He tugged at the dry, thin hands tangled in his face, and found them strong as iron bands, and then he screamed.Then they were both screeching and rolling on the ground, and he had Danny’s thumb in his hand, bending it back painfully, untilsnap, it came off clean with a sound like dry wood cracking.Doug was off him then, crawling off toward the shadows. Alan got to his knees, still holding the thumb, and made ready to charge him, holding his sore face with one hand, when he heard the slap of running footfalls behind him and then Bill was streaking past him, baseball bat at ready, and he swung it like a polo-mallet and connected with a hollow crunch of aluminum on chitinous leathery skin.The sound shocked Alan to his feet, wet sick rising in his gorge. Benny was winding up for a second blow, aiming for Darren’s head this time, an out-of-the parksmackthat would have knocked that shrunken head off the skinny, blackened neck, and Alan shouted, “NO!” and roared at Benny and leapt for him. As he sailed through the air, he thought he was savingBennyfrom the feeling he’d carried with him for a decade, but as he connected with Benny, he felt a biting-down feeling, clean and hard, and he knew he was defendingDrew, saving him for once instead of hurting him.He was still holding on to the thumb, and Davey was inches from his face, and he was atop Benny, and they breathed together, chests heaving. Alan wobbled slowly to his feet and dropped the thumb onto Drew’s chest, then he helped Billy to his feet and they limped off to their beds. Behind them, they heard the dry sounds of Davey getting to his feet, coughing and hacking with a crunch of thin, cracked ribs.
Davey dropped down onto his shoulders from a ledge in an opening where the ceiling stretched far over their heads. He was so light, at first Alan thought someone had thrown a blanket over his shoulders.
Then the fingers dug into his eyes. Then the fingers fishhooked the corner of his mouth.
Then the screech, thick as a desiccated tongue, dry as the dust of a golem, like no sound and like all the sounds at once.
The smell of corruption was everywhere, filling his nostrils like his face has been ground into a pile of rotten meat. He tugged at the dry, thin hands tangled in his face, and found them strong as iron bands, and then he screamed.
Then they were both screeching and rolling on the ground, and he had Danny’s thumb in his hand, bending it back painfully, untilsnap, it came off clean with a sound like dry wood cracking.
Doug was off him then, crawling off toward the shadows. Alan got to his knees, still holding the thumb, and made ready to charge him, holding his sore face with one hand, when he heard the slap of running footfalls behind him and then Bill was streaking past him, baseball bat at ready, and he swung it like a polo-mallet and connected with a hollow crunch of aluminum on chitinous leathery skin.
The sound shocked Alan to his feet, wet sick rising in his gorge. Benny was winding up for a second blow, aiming for Darren’s head this time, an out-of-the parksmackthat would have knocked that shrunken head off the skinny, blackened neck, and Alan shouted, “NO!” and roared at Benny and leapt for him. As he sailed through the air, he thought he was savingBennyfrom the feeling he’d carried with him for a decade, but as he connected with Benny, he felt a biting-down feeling, clean and hard, and he knew he was defendingDrew, saving him for once instead of hurting him.
He was still holding on to the thumb, and Davey was inches from his face, and he was atop Benny, and they breathed together, chests heaving. Alan wobbled slowly to his feet and dropped the thumb onto Drew’s chest, then he helped Billy to his feet and they limped off to their beds. Behind them, they heard the dry sounds of Davey getting to his feet, coughing and hacking with a crunch of thin, cracked ribs.