“I’m always a fool and I never need help,” she said, the first real smile crossing her face. There was a hint of sadness in it, though, as she reached out to brush his cheek with her thumb. She didn’t know if they stood a chance or not but she knew if they didn’t make a stand now, it wouldn’t matter at all. They would lose everything. “But I’ll take yours.”
“Okay, so. I talked to a— friend of mine. He’s a hunter and he’s dealt with these things before. There’s something called Borax and I guess it’s a cleaning product but it hurts them. It doesn’t kill them but if we can hurt it and cut off its head…” She sighed. It was such a long shot. And she needed to at least call the kid, tell him to run. “We might have a chance.”
His own smile was forced, only because of the effort it took to move those muscles. He listened to her proposition and tried to block out the occasional whispers that chittered around. A crowd in his mind. “Very well. I assume you’ve a weapon that could slice their head off, but where’s this…Borax? Ne'er heard of it."
