We stuck to the shadows,
moving quickly through the town.
Those things, those
broken things, were everywhere.
If one spotted us, it
would start laughing, alerting the others.
By the time we made it to
the edge of Oak Park, we were exhausted.
The sun was coming up,
the sky turning a purpled pink.
The laughter was fading
now.
There was one, though.
There was one who was still following us as the sun continued to rise.
Lance.
He was reaching for
us.
“Wait… HA! For… HA! Me!”
He was speaking.
“Don’t… HA! Leave… HA!
ME!”
I turned just as the
sunlight broke through the sky.
The light hit Lance, and
it knocked him off his feet.
His body shook, his
laughter turning to agonizing cries of pain.
He didn’t burn. No, that
would be too simple.
Lance exploded.
As bits of him fell the
streets seemed to absorb them, hiding away any evidence of violence, and
setting the trap for the next group of travelers.
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