“Run boys!” It was Bert who gave the order. It was Bert who gave it too late.
“Don’t run, Little babies.” Another voice called out in the darkness. “We’re only trying to help you. And you Littles need SO. MUCH. HELP!” Now we were cut off on two sides. Two more Amazons in trench coats came click clacking out. Their voices deep and menacing like the thing from every nightmare I’d remembered since childhood; since I learned that the world was unfair.
Fear can do a lot of things. It can paralyze you and plunge you into despair. It can also send a person’s mind into overdrive, causing them to fixate on all the wrong things…or on all the things that are wrong about a scenario.
Trench coats? The weather was too warm for that and Amazons didn’ wear disguises. They didn’t need to.