“I don’t know, maybe I hit him in the head too hard.” I hear a man’s low voice state softly in the distance before I open my eyes slowly.
Struggling to open them, I close them quickly when I hear them walk over to me.? I hope they didn’t see my eyes flutter, but when one of them says, “Maybe.? Let me check to make sure he is even still alive.? Mr. Mahone would be mad if we managed to kill him.” I know they didn’t and feel at least a bit relieved if nothing else, to know that I have the advantage for the moment.
While listening, I stay perfectly still and take in everything they say.? “Joe.? Hey Joe, come here.”
As I hear the heavy deliberate footsteps of a man who must be at least 300 pounds by the way he walks, I finally open my eyes when I feel the warmth of someone’s breath o
