Who did this guy think he was, some kind of hero? Actually, he must've been outright insane if the concept of getting the hell away from things that were trying to kill him made him hesitate.

Before Matthew could think or move, the animal launched again, lightning fast.

Shit.

He reached for the guy without thinking, half-intending to yank him out of the way and half just purely reacting. The thing was, he remembered this, the dark and things jumping out at him, but it wasn't—it was never supposed to be real.