[Out of the corner of his eye, Blake sees Heather get out. Good timing. The thing's too heavy and too strong, and god, he's tired.
His arms weaken, and it sinks closer, cold rain dripping on him. All he can think of is how this isn't any of the dozen ways he expected to die.
The thing goes stiff.
There's something sticking out of its neck.
It makes a wet gasp that turns into a shriek and bursts into cold mist.
Blake goes flat on the floor, panting for breath and letting his weapon fall to the side. He can't grasp how he's alive. He's left shivering on the stone and staring up at the darkness. His voice comes out barely above a whisper.]
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His arms weaken, and it sinks closer, cold rain dripping on him. All he can think of is how this isn't any of the dozen ways he expected to die.
The thing goes stiff.
There's something sticking out of its neck.
It makes a wet gasp that turns into a shriek and bursts into cold mist.
Blake goes flat on the floor, panting for breath and letting his weapon fall to the side. He can't grasp how he's alive. He's left shivering on the stone and staring up at the darkness. His voice comes out barely above a whisper.]
Jesus. Jesus Christ.