"Fuck," Eddie hisses out, grabbing Alex and pulling her up, pulling her along, because those things are still behind them and they're still coming and Eddie doesn't want to die here. It's too much like the place where he really did die.
"Come on," he breathes, still trying to pull her. "It's not okay, we're not okay. There are things following us."
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"Come on," he breathes, still trying to pull her. "It's not okay, we're not okay. There are things following us."