C'min

"Hey, kid! Kid! C'mere!" The words came out of the shadows of the storefront next to me. […] "C'min an' I'll hidja."

[…], who was sawing busily at her neck with his knife. "C'mere, Captain. You'll be killed if you stay there. C'min here." The voice came from the farther side of the wall shelf […]

“C'mere. Now!” Johnel looked up and down the street. Cars passed back and forth. A couple on other side of the road beneath the trees talked to each other as if nothing weird was happening. […] “C'min the brush where I'm hidin'.” “No.”