I looked at the bright silver canister in Eric's hand, sparking in the middle of the afternoon. It was like some holy beacon, a promise to those who were scared.
"We're saved," sighed one of the women even as she collapsed into the arms of the man beside her. "Thank you." Bursting out crying, she clung to the man as her legs gave out from under her.
I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as she looked at Eric like he had hung the sun, the moon, and all the stars, completely ignoring the man who was actually keeping her upright. Eric smirked before winking at me.
Holding the can out, he pressed down on the button, sending a white cloud out. Everything that it touched froze. The centipedes fell over, their legs in the air as they twitched one final time.
