I took a step out from behind the tall tent, refusing to raise my gun. My heart pounded in my ears. I closed my eyes, fearing the worst, but then opened them. I wanted to see my attackers.
At first, all I saw was Thrash Tracks’ black jacket. He stood in front of me, his black and blue ray-gun raised at the figures in the shadow of the tent. I dared to move my head from behind him to get a better view, but by then he had lowered his gun.
It was just Heart Strings.
“I swear I saw a Drac!” said Strings sitting on the top of our make-shift table to Zany who stood across from her, unconvinced.