“Come on, man. Don’t wuss out on me now.” Todd took another swig from his bottle and tossed it into the air. Gunfire rang out as a shotgun blast shattered the bottle.
“Whoo! There ya go, Dave! That’s shootin!” Todd turned toward his friend, but his smile faded as he squinted. “Dave?”
Dave fell forward dead with his head caved in. Behind him stood a man covered in blood with a mouthful of sharpened teeth. His large hand was wrapped around Dave’s shotgun.
“Tell ya what. I’ll give ya a head start before I start my chase. Better get started.”