Dean immediately yelled at the top of his voice, over the nauseating nicking, “Run, Hilly! Run for your life!”
And Hilly, being smart and on his game, listened and bolted through the woods, following his best friend. Run. Run. Running to save his life.
* * * *
Hilly and Dean sprinted between two of the space creatures and jumped over moss-covered stumps, but it was a no go. There would be no outrunning their peril. As they leaped, they were suspended in air, unable to move a single muscle. Both hung a foot off the summertime earth. One of the grays lifted an emaciated arm—something like a praying mantis arm—and a laser beam of soft purple exited the end of what Hilly thought as the alien’s index finger.
What exited the index finger looked nothing like he had seen in all his life. Purpl
