Leo pressed himself against the rear wall, his mouth dry as ash. He didn't want to see what made a noise like that. A noise that wasn't metal, wasn't bone, but something in between. A noise that had no business existing in a world of verbs and nouns.
Leo looked up.
He pried the doors open with his fingers. The car was there, thank God. He stepped in, punched "12," and held his breath. Leo pressed himself against the rear wall, his