Now
“My keys,” Scott explained, shaking the bottom of his coat. The keys jangled inside. “They’re in the lining!”
“I told you to fix that f*****g hole!” Brandon yelled.
A snap of lightning took a picture of the sky. The parking lot lights flickered. And went out.
Thunder boomed like the mountain coming down.
Brandon reached into his own pocket and pulled out a folded knife, unsnapping it. The blade was barely visible in the darkness.
“It’s coming,” Scott said. He peered into the night, not sure where the attack would come from.
Something ripped at his jacket and Scott screamed…
He batted at his jacket in terrified response. His keys hit the asphalt with a faint chime. Brandon grazed up at him, having used his knife to slice the bottom of his jacket open.
“Get in, get in, get in,”
