Their breathing was ragged.
Boots scraping the dirt.
Heartbeat pounding in their ears louder than the screeches behind them.
"FUCKK! FUCKK! FUCKK!!" Ahrie kept shouting between gasps.
Min followed right behind, flailing a bit as he ran.
Charlotte was right behind, gasping, hair whipping in the wind.
Ahrie grabbed random stones on the ground as he sprinted. He threw one to the right—
CRACK!
The echo bounced off the walls.
Some of the monsters jerked toward the noise, sprinting away from them.
It worked.
Min looked at him, teary-eyed but proud. "You genius son of a—!"
He started copying him, throwing stones like a madman in every direction.
Charlotte joined in as well.
They kept turning—left, right, another right, another turn—until the sound of claws scraping faded behind them.
Finally, they stopped.
Gasping.
Sweating.
Silent except for the drip of water somewhere nearby.
