I stick my finger in my ear and jiggle it, like that might make the ringing go away. It doesn't, of course, but it doesn't make it worse, either.

I look around, peering into the darkness. Part of me kind of hopes some more of those fuckers come out of the shadows because that was fun. Not that I'm into murder or anything...but it was a rush. And it's not like they were people. But then reason takes over and I reluctantly say, "We should probably get out of here, huh?"

I can't hide the disappointment I feel at suggesting that, but it is probably the smart decision.