Brooke Musgrave

Please, Boy. Stay.

till alive in a world like this. He carried a serrated knife disproportionate to the rest of his body. She imagined if he swung it he would fall with it. She stared at him in awe. Was he a hallucination? Was the putrid stench of the surrounding Creeps finally getting to her? His eyes jumped from Creep to Creep, taking in their ugliness. His eyes caught hers and he lit up. He raised a hand and started waving frantically at her. She froze in place. What the hell is this kid thinking?!? One rustle of his sweater and these beasts are all over him. A Creep bumped its boney structure up against her coat and she started moving again. She looked away from the boy for a second to regain her feet and not alarm the hoard.