"Yeah, sure, Regan's dad can go," Eddie said, quickly latching onto the suggestion, because it would mean they wouldn't have to go back out into those woods. They wouldn't be asking him to do anything he wouldn't already be doing, anyway. It would be fine.
"Then we can..." He trailed off, looking around the basement, as if there might be an answer there. The only person he'd even known to die was Georgie, and even then, there'd been Bill with his unwavering hope that his little brother might one day come back. And with that thought, Eddie wondered— God, he wondered... Had anyone ever survived getting attacked by one of those things? Was it possible? What if they'd just left him out there?
But Eddie had seen them, seen their teeth, seen the wicked looking claws on their impossibly long limbs, and all the blood left behind...
"Oh God, I feel sick," he whined softly as he leaned down, doubling over his knees, his arms folding over his head.
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"Then we can..." He trailed off, looking around the basement, as if there might be an answer there. The only person he'd even known to die was Georgie, and even then, there'd been Bill with his unwavering hope that his little brother might one day come back. And with that thought, Eddie wondered— God, he wondered... Had anyone ever survived getting attacked by one of those things? Was it possible? What if they'd just left him out there?
But Eddie had seen them, seen their teeth, seen the wicked looking claws on their impossibly long limbs, and all the blood left behind...
"Oh God, I feel sick," he whined softly as he leaned down, doubling over his knees, his arms folding over his head.