Andrew shouts at him as the car engine roars into life behind him: Leave it, come on, they are nearly here.
They’ve closed in faster than expected. Making up the entire width of the field in the short time they took to cross just one third of it. Jason reaches up to Andrews’s outstretched hand and grips it so he can pull him up. But he slips and falls to the floor of the ditch as the mud from Andrews boot on his hands prevents a good grip.
The screams ring out behind him and he looks up with a panic in his eyes. He knows he could be moments from a grizzly death and scrambles to his feet, wiping his hands on the legs of his jeans to clear as much of the mud as he can. Then makes a run at the bank and grabs Andrews hand again just as the swarm