Run

"You ever hear a rabbit scream?"
He shook his head. The larger man grinned.
"It's no Frith they're callin' 'fer-" He licked his lips thoughtfully, "They want that darkness. The darkness, y'know, they remember. The red, red, warm darkness.."
The weight of this interlude was uneasy; the smaller man shifted. The bigger man grinned.
"They kin recall the womb."
The jest of this was lost on the smaller man, for he did not know of rabbits well, nor their ways.
"I reckon," said the bigger man, leaning back heavily into the brick wall, exhaling a pungent cigar stench into the night air, smoke curling upwards in thick, snake motions to the bitter winter skies,
"We're all lookin' 'fer that darkness."