āAs we ran, the hoard followed. There had to be hundreds of them, their grey, rotted skin seeming to fall off with every step. As we ran through the streets, I saw a rare sight, Ty scared. He isnāt smiling, not anymore. They were getting closer and closer. I turned around, stopped, and shot a few, before my pistol ran out of bullets. Ty grabbed my hand and pulled me along side him. The gurgling from those things was getting louder. We tried to turn onto Abraham Street but there was a giant, whose eyes immediately snapped onto me. I turned around to look down the opposite street, but a pack of those flying shits were there, not yet noticing us but still making that area unavailable. I looked to our last option, straight ahead. Even though there wasnāt any other options, I didnāt want to go that way. It leads to a cliff. Ty started dragging me again, going straight. I tried to protest but the gurgling and giant stomping slowly made it so he couldnāt hear me. We reached the edge of cliff, looking down what was probably 150 feet. Ty yelled in a mix of annoyance, anger, and fear. We turned to stare at the football field of those fucks, they were getting closer. I desperately scanned the hoard, trying to find any gaps or weak points, none. I looked over at Ty. He was smiling, but not his usual fake smile to make it seem like he isnāt scared, no, it was genuine. He looked back at me, now staring into my eyes. He let go of my hand, then took off his red sweater, now showing the white T-shirt even I didnāt know was there. He stepped forward. I reached out and grabbed his shoulder. He looked back at me and smiled bigger, and I could finally see that spark in his eyes I hadnāt seen since 11th grade chemistry. He put his hand on mine. He left it there for a second, then lifted my hand off. I let it fall. I tried to move more but couldnāt, I canāt explain why. Ty walked, then ran forward. He began waving his sweater, then yelling. Those things turned their heads to him, then started running at him specifically. Ty walked to the side end of the cliff and started jumping, still waving his sweater and yelling. Those things were now just a few yards away. Ty chuckled, then threw his sweater away and jumped backward, the rotted creatures following. I watched as they disappeared over the cliff. I finally snapped back to reality and ran to the side of the cliff. I look over and saw all of them, that black sludge they call blood splattered all over. In the middle of my vision, he laid, his white shirt now covered in red and black. His sweater laid beside me.ā
