The others, the ones that knew, got as far away as they could. Dan rushed up and grabbed a fistful of the guy's shirt. "Get his feet, Barns." He knew they had to get him off the roof because of what would happen once he stopped convulsing. Better to deal with him now, rather than after the transformation. Carrying him proved to be harder than Dan would have thought. Not only was he heavy but he was shaking like crazy. They dropped him twice as he kept squirming out of their hands. It took much longer to get there than Dan would have hoped. By the time they had reached the edge of the building, he had gone still. They were both unwilling to throw somebody who had not yet turned, so they set him on the edge and waited. A bead of sweat rolled down Dan’s forehead and into his eye. The salt stung, forcing him to use his shirt to clean it out. "Do it," said Randy, walking through the crowd. "You know he's about to turn so just do it." "No," said Dan.
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