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“Maggie? Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Ethan pumped the shotgun.
“Hecter, is your safety off?”
“It is.”
Ethan glanced back, tried to spot Theresa and Ben in the crowd, but they were too far away and the light was shit.
Ethan tugged the black synthetic stock into his shoulder and stared down the barrel. The sights were a self-luminous tritium unit that popped nicely in the dark—three soft green dots.
Ethan said, “You’re shooting slugs, not buckshot.”
“So there’s no spread?”
“Exactly. Be accurate.”
“What if I run out?”
“Cross that bridge when—”
It came out of the dark at a full sprint, barreling low on all fours at an astonishing rate of speed.
Greyhound fast.
Ethan aimed.
Hecter fired.
Muzzle flash electrifying the tu
When Ethan could see again, the abby was still coming, twenty feet and two seconds away.
Maggie hyperventilating, “OhGodohGodohGodohGodoh—”
Ethan fired, the stock jerking back into his shoulder, the report of the shotgun in this confined space like a ca
The abby tumbled to a stop three feet from Ethan’s boots, a large chunk of skull blown out of the back of its head.
Hecter said, “Wow.”
His voice sounded muffled against the ringing in Ethan’s ears.
They began to jog up the tu
“Faster,” Ethan said.
He could hear the abbies’ footfalls in the stream, closing in behind them.
Kept glancing back into the dark, kept seeing nothing.
And they were ru
They crossed a junction.
Through the tu
HAROLD BALLINGER
The people at the back shouted first.
Screams in the darkness.
Human.
Inhuman.
“—Run, run, run, run, run, run—”
“—Oh God they’re here—”
“—Help me—”
“—No no no noooo—”
A great surge pushing through the line, people falling in the water.
More cries for help.
Then agony.
Everything unraveling so goddamned fast.
Harold spun around to go back, but there was nothing to go back to. All the torches had been extinguished. Only darkness and screaming—an explosion of noise ricocheting off the walls of the culvert—and all he could think was that this must be what hell sounded like.
He heard gunshots in an adjacent tu
Kate?
Tiffany Golden screamed his name. Shouting at him, at everyone to come on. Hurry. Don’t just stand there.
She was thirty feet up the tu
People shoved past Harold.
Someone’s shoulder butted him back into the wall of crumbling concrete.
The screams of the dying were getting closer.
Harold started ru
He didn’t think they had that much farther to go. Three, four hundred yards at the most before the tu
If they could make it outside, even half of them—
The torch in the distance vanished with a shout.
Instantaneous dark.
The screams tripling in volume.
Harold could taste the panic in the air.
Some of it his own.
He was knocked down in the stream of water, feet trampling over his legs, then his body. Tried to get up, got knocked down again, people scrambling over him like an obstacle, someone stepping on his head.
Rolling out of the way, he climbed back onto his feet.
Something streaked past him in the dark.
It reeked of decay.
Several feet away, a man begged for help over the sound of bone and cartilage crunching.
Harold’s nerve flattened under a veil of crushing disbelief.
He should go.
Just run.
The poor bastard beside him went quiet, and now there was only the sound of the monster devouring its kill.
How could this possibly be happening?
Fetid breath hit his face.
Inches away, a low growl began.
Harold said, “Don’t do this.”
His throat felt suddenly hot. His chest turned wet and warm. He could still breathe, and he felt no pain, but there was so much blood jetting out of his neck.
Already he felt light-headed.
Harold sank down in the freezing stream as the beast opened his stomach with a swipe.
There was only a distant, blunted pain as the abby began to eat.
All around him were the moans and cries of the dying, the scared.
People still rushed past him in the dark, fighting to get to safety.
He didn’t make a sound.
Didn’t fight back.
Paralyzed by shock, blood loss, trauma, fear.
He couldn’t believe this was happening to him.
The thing ate him with the intensity of a creature that hadn’t fed in days, its rear talons pi
And still no pain to speak of.
He was one of the lucky ones, he figured.
He’d be dead before the real pain hit.
ETHAN
—Pure human suffering and terror.
Chaos.
Ethan shouted, “Don’t stop! Keep going!”
Thinking, Had another group been run down in an adjacent tu
Unimaginable.
To be overtaken down here.
People climbing over one another to escape as the monsters reached them.
Torches dropped.
Extinguished in the stream.
Devoured in the dark.
Up ahead, the torchlight in Ethan’s group had disappeared.
Ethan said, panting, “Where’d they go?”
“I don’t know,” Hecter said. “The light just vanished.”
The water under Ethan’s boots was rushing now and they were moving into a cold, steady breeze.
They emerged from the tu
Ethan stared up the hillside, saw the torches trailing up into a forest.
He pointed them out to Hecter and Maggie, and said, “Follow the lights.”
“You’re staying?” Hecter asked.
“I’ll be along.”
The shrieks of the abbies cut through the crush of the falls.
“Go!” Ethan said.
Hecter and Maggie headed off into the trees.
Ethan racked a fresh shell into the tube and climbed several feet up the bank to a flat perch. His eyes were slowly adjusting. He could discern the silhouettes of trees and even the cascade in the distance, the black water starlit against the sky where it arced over a ledge several hundred feet above.
Ethan’s quads burned from sprinting through the tu
An abby exploded out of the tu
Took in its new surroundings.
Looked at Ethan.
Here we go.
Its head twitched to the side.
When the slug hit the abby’s center mass, it fell back into the stream.
Two more abbies ripped out of the tu
One rushed to its fallen comrade and let out a low, pulsing cry.
The other made a beeline for Ethan, scrabbling up the rocky bank on all fours.
Ethan racked a new shell, shot a slug through its teeth.
When it fell, the other one was right behind it, and two more were already out of the tu
Ethan pumped and fired.
The other two were coming and still more screams rising up behind them.