And then the blurry, foul-smelling horizon shifts, a walker falls, and something drives a hammer or something through its head and Jay looks up and it's a fucking kid.
That person. The one who said they were coming. Is a literal child. He got help from a literal child. And the literal child is glaring at him and wait, yeah, there's an opening. She just made an opening. Jay stumbles toward it, pulling Tim behind him, because they need to get out now. He can't think about how it feels like someone's firing a nail gun into the back of his skull, and he definitely can't trip even though the grass is swaying under his feet, because then they're both dead.
"Thanks," he manages, but then there's something reaching for him, and the word ends in a yelp as he pulls to the side, yanking Tim along with him.
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And then the blurry, foul-smelling horizon shifts, a walker falls, and something drives a hammer or something through its head and Jay looks up and it's a fucking kid.
That person. The one who said they were coming. Is a literal child. He got help from a literal child. And the literal child is glaring at him and wait, yeah, there's an opening. She just made an opening. Jay stumbles toward it, pulling Tim behind him, because they need to get out now. He can't think about how it feels like someone's firing a nail gun into the back of his skull, and he definitely can't trip even though the grass is swaying under his feet, because then they're both dead.
"Thanks," he manages, but then there's something reaching for him, and the word ends in a yelp as he pulls to the side, yanking Tim along with him.
Focus. Focus.