Byron stared at the monsters wide-eyed, his limbs suddenly jelly.
He had only one option. Just one option. Any sane person would have immediately turned around and swam for the safety of the shore.
Except, Byron wasn't a sane person at the moment. He was frozen in fear, therefore, not in his right mind. He felt as if if he took his eyes off the monsters they would suddenly reach him.
Luckily, Lucille had scrambled to her feet when she saw him dive into the water and now she was yelling at him, telling him to swim back.
Her incoherent shouts took Byron out of his trance and he turned around and started swimming frantically toward her.
It took him so much willpower to avoid glancing back at the monsters. The urge to turn around and check if they were onto him was strong but he fought it. He knew nothing good would come out of turning back. It would only slow him down. It would only add to his fear.
