"Maximum." Their sickly sweet voices call. I squeezed my eyes shut, terrified of them finding me. I hope they can't hear my heart. "Maximum, I can smell your fear. I know you're here."
No. Jeb, make them go away. I don't want to be found.
"My dear," the sweet voice calls again, closer this time. "Don't hide, it's only me. The big bad wolf."
Suddenly, my hiding place was discovered and their red eyes gleam at me in the dark. I scream. Now all of them are laughing; they sound like cackling hyenas. A clawed hand reached down and grabbed me by the throat, squeezing my windpipe. I was held up to a hairy face, smelling the danger on its breath.
"It'll all be over in a second," he said in an angelic voice. So unfitting for this hairy beast. "Just wait, Max."
I kicked into the air, struggling to free the claws at my throat. I started struggling for breath as black dots swum before my eyes.
They're going to kill me.