“Dad-a-chum?”

“Did-a-cham?”

“Dud-a-chom?”

The lobstrosities endless chatter and questions rang through the forests. Through the pain and the constant voices of those… those… creatures.

Eddie had wrapped his hands in a small piece of cloth, but the bleeding hadn’t stopped. The cloth was blood red now. But Eddie was still worried about Roland who clutched his head now and then.

Susannah was sitting in the wheel chair gazing back at Eddie. Her loves hand was missing, and the lobstosities were coming. She cocked her gun and waited. The next attack would come soon.