He's dead

***NEW WOLVES*** When the sun was down and the shadow of the moon was dominating the shore. The boys jumped over the fence and ran on the private beach. Manny was fast and stealthy. The lifeguard barely caught a glimpse of him. The latter was half asleep with his shades over his eyes.     “Wait up bro,” Jamal meandered behind.      “Keep your voice down man,” Manny hushed behind a boulder. “That nigga is gonna wake up and see us if you don’t shut your mouth,” he said lowly, creeping away from the boulder and climbing the lifeguard’s loft.     “I don’t give a—“     Manny hushed, “Shut up man.”     Jamal lowered to the ground, “Don’t tell me to shut up.”  He dropped his knee on a sand mine the lifeguard set on the beach after hours. It burst at his face. He coughed loudly, the sand got all over his hair and underneath his shirt. He scampered around and undid his buttons, making his way into the water. All the whistling fuss startled the lifeguard. He pointed his flashlight to the holleri