still came. Jim turned down an corridor then looked back at where he had come from. The screaming had stopped, but the people were there. Why were they so quiet now? Jim grabbed the side of a table and wrenched forward, but slipped on the slime smacking his head onto the floor. Everything spun around him. He crumbled himself into a ball, put his hands in-between his legs and cried. The slime seeped through his thin pants and entered his wounds. Jim bit his lip and made tight fists. He felt something on his left wrist, and pulled his hand out and opened it. He wiped his eyes with his shoulder and looked down. He saw a small round object. It looked like a black pin, but much thicker. The creatures were close now. The sound of their breathing was all Jim could hear. The young boy pulled on the object and cried out in pain. He looked at his hand and saw blood spluttering out of his wrist at an alarming rate. The beasts looked at him, starring into his eyes, slowly creeping towards him. Steamy moistened air covered the little boy’s body. The sound was enfeebling. Jim’s ears filled with clicking and high-pitched pings that got louder and louder. Then everything faded away. No more sound, no more light, no more slime, no pain.Jim leaned just a few feet to far to one side of his rock and tumbled onto the ground. He was shaking with fear. The ground was damp and cool. His head throbbed. Slowly the young boy opened his eyes and looked up. There were the stars. Millions of his stars, the stars he had always seen every night. He rose and tried to remember when he had fallen asleep. Of course I don’t remember. Jim pushed himself up on the rock and brushed off his pants as was habit and looked down upon town. There is the corner market, and there is the hardware store. There’s the gas station. Jim wasn’t scared at all. He smiled and stood up, and began to jog further down the old beaten path, which made a round-about bac...
