[s2e3] The Yawn Of The Dead Adventure Now

Ben felt his knees buckle. The urge to lie down on the asphalt felt like a physical weight. “Sam... the bat...”

As they reached the town square, they hit a "Huddle"—a mass of fifty people leaning against each other in a giant, snoring pile. The sound was like a low-frequency hum, a siren song of sleep. [S2E3] The Yawn of the Dead Adventure

The sound ripped through the quiet. Mrs. Gable blinked, startled, her yawn cut short. “Go! Run!” Ben shouted. Ben felt his knees buckle

They sprinted the final block to the tower, their lungs burning, fighting the heavy-limbed sensation of a 3:00 PM crash. They scrambled up the ladder, Sam fending off a particularly sleepy golden retriever that tried to nuzzle his ankles. their lungs burning