"Back, back, back, back, he's closing in faster than I thought."
The tough guy tried keeping up pace with his sanity but his grit would not let him.
The other guy who was at the back and had been fearful had been mute also. Complications of maladies.
Both didn't know what to do. They hopped that that wouldn't be their end.
The tough guy could think at once. He had no idea where his brain had been. Probably it had gone on a vacation but had later returned. He was glad that it returned.
He positioned the gun which had been with him since forever but had been without a use. He aimed it at the creature and cocked it.
"Stay calm, Lude. Stay calm."
He could be bold at that time and thought it the best time to give the other guy cour
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