Alan lept from the truck bed, making it squeak on its suspension
"That makes two of us," he grumbled to Tyler. Albeit, he wasn't just talking about his uncertain relationship with Blaine, but also the entire fiasco with the Rabids.
Alan readied his pipe and scanned the area.
"Behind the shed!"
He could barely make out a hunched figure, twitching sporadically. It faced away from the group and didn't seem to know they were there, but it moved now like it had heard something. Then, a set of eyes flashed from that same direction.
"There's two of them," he observed thoughtfully. "So they don't attack each other?"