Wally was tired of the game. He’d been moving from hiding place to hiding place for the last day and a half. Sleep was a precious commodity he’d had little of.

The main problem was if he dropped the amulet, it would just follow him. It needed to be near a beating heart and clung to the nearest one.

And don’t even ask about the thing tracking the amulet. Feral and voracious was all he knew. And that was more than enough.

He’d tried sneaking into a small town, but he’d been threatened with clubs and rocks.

Just an hour ago, he’d started following a guy wandering alone through the forest. And now, it looked like the guy was settling in for a nap.

Wally crept up to him as quietly as possible. The snoring helped. As soon as he was at arms length, he removed the amulet and pressed it to the guy’s chest.

His eyes popped open with fright. Wally smiled.

“Tag! You’re it!”, he said.