With shadows flying by him, Peter glanced toward his back as he grew more anxious, sweat dripping from his forehead, and adrenaline being pumped. His eyes opened wide, mouth agape, breath becoming slightly destabilized. He felt a deep churn within his stomach, along with the feeling of his tongue being swallowed. It was utterly suffocating.
However, despite all of that, he gritted his teeth and tightly held onto his weapons, to the point where each of his palms was slowly turning white. He narrowed his eyes and focused forward.
Overhead, the screaming of the flying man-eaters, along with bestial-like roars of ghouls behind him. With clear, focused eyes, he glanced back and saw that they were gaining momentum and were getting closer to his location.
