They got louder. I expected them to resolve into footsteps, but it was more of a drag and plop as it got closer. My legs demanded that we run again. Most parts of my brain agreed. My hand came to my mouth, ring clacking into my teeth. I tasted it, let my tongue and lips feel its cool, smooth surface. Anything to fight the wild instinct to run. Persi pressed herself against the wall, eyes wide and blinking fast, jaw working this way and that.
count me in
thanks