BAT

" Hey, Camilla — over also!" a husky voice called from the darkness. I squinched behind a rusted dumpster, heart pounding in my cognizance like a crazy barrel." You got ta move, Camilla!" the voice claimed, critical and raw. I hardly had the time to swallow the shock before I could bruit," Who are you? What's going on?"

" Lydia," the voice answered, and from behind the figure surfaced a person with whom I was familiar. Her eyes had wide rings around them, with solicitude, as she pulled ...