Taylor Erdosy
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Leaves crunching beneath his shoes, knuckles white on his rifle’s grip, Wyatt said to the man on his left, “You’ve got to remember not to hesitate. He’ll probably try to beg, and that’s when he’s the most dangerous.” The other hand held firm onto the bloodhound’s leash. Wyatt heard the shaking in his younger brother, Josh’s voice as he said, “I know. I know. We’re going to kill it, and this whole thing will be over with.” Once again, he slid back the rusted bolt of his rifle to make sure a bullet was chambered, and closed it again. “Where should I aim, if we get the jump on it?” He had to keep up next to his brother, as he held the lantern, but struggled to stay in stride with his brother’s long legs.
By Taylor Erdosy5 years ago in Horror
