'RUN!'
But not yet. He waited just as long as they did, the flare still alive in his hands like it was the only star left in the universe.— without a doubt, they could see him.
The Hollowmen didn't charge. They didn't twitch. They just… waited. A stillness so unnatural it felt staged.
His quadriceps. Hamstrings. Glutes. Calves. Every muscle and tissue in his legs were ready to break out into a full sprint but he waited.
Why? Because everything felt like a trap. Running would be what they wanted but he couldn't defend himself for long— the hollowmen around him were just the ones already close.
They could see him. They knew exactly where he stood.
'This feels like a damn trap.' His heartbeat thrashed in his ears.
'They want me to move first. They want the chase.'
'And I only took a handgun. Fuuuuck!' He cursed internally as he waited for a sign, a distraction, something that'd confirm his theory to run.
