![]() ![]() Like I say, they'll come out of the mountains with knives and forks between their teeth. It'll freeze up pretty soon, but you'll have a blood smell on your clothes. Still, they'd been out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by wasteland and dead fields, and both of them had dreaded first light because they knew they had to start walking again. They had spent last night in the windbreak of an overturned pick-up truck bound-up bales of hay had been scattered around, and Josh had lugged them over to build a makeshift shelter that would contain their body heat. "We ought to go with him," Artie said to Sister. He lifted his foot and kicked at its center, knocking it off its hinges, and they crossed the porch to the front door. "Wake up, now." She mumbled, and he set her down then he tried the door but found it latched from the inside. Josh walked across the dirt lot and up the porch steps to the screen door. The hand-lettered name was Davy and Leona Skelton. The mailbox, supported on a crooked pedestal, was painted white and had what appeared to be an eye, with upper and lower lids, painted on it in black. The outlines of small, blocky one-story buildings and red brick houses began to appear from the deepening scarlet gloom. "Leo-" And then it was interrupted by a strangling, terrible spasm of coughing. "Leona" a weak voice called from inside the house. "You broke my screen door," a woman's voice said in the gloom. Josh had just put his hand on the knob when the door flew open and the barrel of a pistol looked him in the eyes. "Friend, that's going to attract every scavenger within smelling distance-and believe me, some of those bastards can sniff blood a long, long way." Johns is about four or five miles west." The man looked at Artie, who was dripping blood onto the snow. There may be a few people left, but after that flood of refugees washed in from the east I'd be surprised if you'd find much in any town along I-80. Hazleton's the nearest town of any size, and that's about ten miles south of St. we've got some corn, and green beans, and boiled potatoes." He and Sister entered the woods after the shuffling figure of the man in the ski mask and left the highway of death behind. ![]() His ribs ached where the beast had hit him, and his legs felt like short pieces of soft rubber. Artie looked over his shoulder, terrified of more lurking predators coming up behind him. ![]() They had no choice but to hurry after him. It took Sister about two more seconds to make up her mind. ![]()
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