It was, but it wasn’t. And he was running out of ideas as to how to make sure they didn’t get up. The Glock felt heavy in his hands even with an empty clip. The monster oozed liquid on his shirt as he lay on the ground near Celeste as it lifted its head and growled at him. Ronnie’s eyes widened. His ears rang with Annie’s shriek but he didn’t have time to register it.
Tucking the gun into the front of his jeans he made the decision to protect Celeste. There were no weapons nearby. Ronnie rolled, crawling over his friend to protect her, throwing his arms over his own head. His eyes wrenched closed and he shook, waiting for the monster to finish them both.