![]() ![]() ![]() As she remembered the square’s layout, the church was on the northwest corner. what do I do, what should I do? She was still turning that over as she neared the square, dodging from house to house, slinking through backyards. There were still bodies inside a few, and dead Changed, too.īut Chris was among the living, and the living needed help. Except all these houses hadn’t been passed over. It’s like that old Bible story, the one about the Angel of Death. She eyed a red, spray-painted X that wept from the lintel over the ruined door. But the chances of their ashes still being there were about as good as her stopping Finn. She’d left her parents behind, squared on the desk in her room. She paused only once: at Jess’s house, its door hanging askew like a rotten tooth ready to fall from its socket. The windows of many houses were shattered. Passing through Rule-its deserted streets, those wrecked houses- was like wandering through the defunct set of a disaster movie. ![]()
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