CHAPTER 37
SAM
Jimmy's hair is on fire and so is his heavy jacket. He writhes in immense pain and bares out his elongated fangs. His face is charring from the fire that consumes slowly.
His trousers are long gone, consumed by the fire and his wound is clearly visible, with parts of it razed by the hot fire.
His pain is beyond limits but he doesn't let go of his grip on Nelson's shoulder.
His paws have dug deep into the shoulder flesh and he forces them even deeper and Nelson yells in pain.
I can only imagine the pain he's going through as he and his friend turned enemy creature face each other.
Jimmy's left hand is useless, having been consumed by the fire and the other is deeply embedded in Nelson's shoulder.
“Stop standing there Sam dammit, do something, throw some more gasoline.
