[ The two of them scuttle along with the table, eventually heaving it up against the chairs. It muffles the sound of the shoppers behind them. Even though the table is sturdy, Malcolm worries about the strength of these creatures. He too takes a moment to catch his breath though. ]
We probably need to keep moving. What the hell do they want?
[ The knife in his hand? The bat in Joel's? There are others just like them on the shelves. ]
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We probably need to keep moving. What the hell do they want?
[ The knife in his hand? The bat in Joel's? There are others just like them on the shelves. ]