In Ean’s kitchen, the fridge rocked hard enough that JD lurched despite leaning against it.
Ean? JD shouted. Hurry up, man, get weapons.
Ean didn’t answer.
There’s some in my apartment, JD shouted. In my duffel- JD cut off and braced himself against a particularly vigorous rattling in the fridge.
There was still no reply from Ean.
Sonnuva, JD yelled. You did flee, didn’t you?! Yet again, Ean did not reply.
MWA-HA-HA The demon roared. I WILL DESTROY THE PUNY MORTAL!
JD frowned and resettled his weight against the fridge door. Demon dude, he said darkly, Get thee behind me in line.