Rya
He made it mad, we were going to die. I was sure of it. Not a doubt in my mind. I had started hyperventilating, my fingers dug into his shirt. I could feel my nails pull at his skin through the material and he cringed. He moved and for a moment I thought he was trying to shift away from me.
"D-Don't move! Please! I don't want to fall." I stuttered.
He was trying to find someone who could shoot the darn thing. I knew I couldn't. Even if I wasn't on the brink of insanity I probably couldn't. I was better at building the weapons then using them.
"Calm down." he snapped. I could hear the pressure in his voice.
So I wasn't being ridiculous for being so afraid. Everyone was afraid. I didn't know who took the gun from him... but there was a sharp screech and a flop. I peeled my tear stained face from his soaked shirt and looked down at the dead beast. I sniffled and loosened my grip.
"I-is it safe to go down?" I asked quietly, unsure if he had heard me or not.
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