Shit. Jay slams one of them down, and Tim almost ends up dropping on the spot from the abrupt lack of support. But there's more. There's more. They just keep coming, and the sound from the collision has just made it worse.

Keep quiet. Grab the slippery rope of something's intestines and let them fall across his shoulders, steaming, like the world's most grotesque necklace, ignoring the way his stomach jerks in a nauseating lurch.

She's still helping them. She's still here.

His breath lapses into something shallow and rigid, and he holds - still. Still as he can.

Trying not to gag.