"Sleepers" snippet #2
It was a man, of course... human, or at least humanoid... about as human as Jonas was, in any case. Yet Jack's second impression was that he was looking at some bizarre hybrid between a man and a rodent. The... person was dressed all in brown, varying shades but definitely all in the brown family: tan pants, a dark shirt, and a chocolate brown overcoat that covered up the majority of his wardrobe. And the color coordination didn't stop there. His mangled hair was a mousy brown, his prickly beard a matching shade, and his eyes - wide, terrified, unintelligent - were the color of mud. A hairy little muskrat dressed in his Sunday best, thought Jack, taking a step back.
The Muskrat had been holding his hands out, but now he tucked them in against his chest, under the coat.
"Don't touch me!" It was almost a scream this time, as though Jack were moving closer instead of further away.
The Muskrat had been holding his hands out, but now he tucked them in against his chest, under the coat.
"Don't touch me!" It was almost a scream this time, as though Jack were moving closer instead of further away.
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