"Laymon, Richard - The Traveling Vampire Show" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laymon Richard)We couldn't get into it, that was for sure (we'd tried on other
occasions), but its roof must've been about eight feet off the ground. Up there, we'd be safe from the dog. "feel like climbing?" Slim asked. She must've been thinking the same as me. "The snack stand?" I asked. "Yeah." "How?" asked Rusty. Slim and I glanced at each other. We could scurry up a wall of the shack and make it to the roof easily enough. We were fairly quick and agile and strong. But not Rusty. "Any ideas?" I asked Slim. She shook her head and shrugged. Suddenly, the dog lurched ahead of us, swung around and planted its feet. It lowered its head. Growling, it bared its upper teeth and where its right eye should've been. "Oh, shit," Rusty muttered. "We're screwed." "Take it easy," Slim said. Her voice sounded calm. I didn't know whether she was talking to Rusty or the dog. Or maybe to both of them. "We're dead," Rusty said. Glancing at him, Slim asked, "Have you got anything to feed it?" "Like what?" "Food?" He shook his head very slightly. A drop of sweat fell off the tip of his nose. "Nothing?" Slim asked. "You've always got food," I told him. "Do not." "Are you sure?" Slim asked. "I ate it back in the woods." |
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