Red Hill

Skeeter tried again. “I have a gun, and I’m prepared to shoot. Identify yourself.”

Nothing.

“Let’s board it up,” Eric said, repositioning the wood in his arms.

Skeeter held up a hand, signaling for Eric to wait, and then he held his ear against the door. His eyes targeted me, and then he shook his head. “I don’t hear anything. Don’t tell me those things know how to hide. I’m going in.”

Skeeter put his hand over Gary’s, and I grabbed his arm. “What are you doing? What if there’s several in there? What if they overpower us and get downstairs?”

Skeeter smiled with his mouth and frowned with his eyes. “I ain’t go

I sighed, and let go of his arm. “All right. Gary?”

Gary reluctantly released the doorknob, and Skeeter went in. I checked behind the door, and then my eyes sca

A young woman, early twenties, was lying next to a fallen end table and an open window. Blood marked her trail. Her arm had been chewed on, in several spots down to the bone.

“Christ almighty, that’s A

We heard a whimper from the corner, and Skeeter immediately trained his shotgun in that direction. I grabbed the barrel and slowly pushed it down, seeing a little boy, alone and huddled into a ball.

Skeeter lowered his weapon. “Hey there, little man.”

Gary let out a breath, glancing at Eric while he covered A

Skeeter kneeled down, put his gun on the floor behind him, and held out his arms. “I went to school with Amy. You must be Co

Co

“Is A

Skeeter shook his head. “A

“She saved me,” Co

Skeeter scooped him up into his arms. “Sssh, buddy. You’re safe now. You’re safe, I promise.”

Skeeter walked to the window, opened it further, and then stepped out onto the roof. I followed him. From what I could see, the entire church was surrounded.

“A lot of them followed us here,” Co

Skeeter nodded, noticing the drag marks along the roof and the windowsill, and the trail of blood on the sidewalk leading up to the church. “A

“At least we know they can’t climb,” I said, pointing to the group lifting their arms and scratching at the church’s outside walls.

Co

Skeeter gave Co

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“We can’t stay here,” I said.

“We can’t leave. Give it a couple of days, Nate. They’ll move on.”

“What if they don’t? We’ll be trapped here.”

Skeeter sighed, pulling the toothpick out of his mouth with his free hand and throwing it down to the growing crowd of undead below. “I can’t move Jill.”

My eyebrows pushed together. “What if she gets worse? What if she turns into one of those things?”

Skeeter looked down, and then back at me, resolute. “You should go. Get Zoe some place safe. She shouldn’t be here when Jill . . . but, I can’t leave, brother. I wouldn’t have anything to live for, anyway.”

My stomach dropped, and goose bumps formed on my arms. Skeeter was going to die in this church, with his wife.

“I’ve gotta get Zoe out of here.”

“I know.”

Skeeter crawled back inside carefully with Co

“But,” Eric said, pointing to the sheet, “they can’t climb, and A

“In case she comes back as one of them,” I said, nodding to the window.

Gary frowned. “Maybe we should roll her off the roof. She’ll start stinkin’ before long.”

“No!” Co

Skeeter patted his back. “The smell might help cover ours. Leave her be. Board the door.”

Gary and Eric nodded, and Skeeter and I walked back downstairs to the kitchen, joining Bob and Evan, Reverend Mathis, and Doris. They had made Jill a pallet on the floor with a rolled-up dish towel for a pillow.

“Oh my Lord in Heaven! Co

Co

Doris blanched, looking up at Skeeter. “Where is Amy?”

“She’s outside. A

“Well . . . ?” she said, looking past Skeeter. “Where is she?”

Skeeter shook his head. “Upstairs. She didn’t make it.”

About that time the hammering began. Doris held Co

Zoe was standing in the doorway, her eyes fixed on her aunt Jill. I kneeled beside my daughter and pulled her against my side. There wasn’t really anything I could say; no point in asking if she was all right. None of us were.

Skeeter bent down to speak soft, comforting words to Jill. Unable to watch, I walked into the sanctuary. Broken glass lined the carpet next to all three walls. The townspeople of Fairview were clawing and batting at the boards Eric and Gary had nailed across the windows. The boards wouldn’t last forever, just like the small amounts of food Skeeter and a few others had thought to bring along with them.

Reverend Mathis was praying with Barb and Ms. Kay, but paused to watch me approach the windows. I peeked through, trying to gauge how far my car was from the church. I didn’t see any of the sick around Skeeter’s house, or even between there and the church, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any. Still, the hardest part would be walking out the door.

I walked into the kitchen, pulling my car keys from my pocket. “I’m going to make a run for it with Zoe. I have a car down the block. We’ve got two, maybe three empty seats, but we’re going to need a diversion to get outside.”

“But I don’t wa

Doris shook her head. “I’m not going out there.”

Bob frowned. “Why don’t you just stay here? It’s as safe as anywhere.”

I covered Zoe’s ears and spoke softly. “Because A

Skeeter nodded. “You’ll need a gun. Something light but with a lot of stopping power. Grab the AR out of my bag there. The two twenty-three. Don’t forget the clips. I’ll cover you.”

A long, camouflage duffle bag holding nearly every gun Skeeter owned was tucked under the church’s kitchen table. I crouched down to pull the nylon across the worn linoleum, and found a squat-barreled rifle that was smaller, but looked just as ferocious as anything else in the bag. “I’ve never shot a semiautomatic rifle, Skeeter. I’m not sure I can handle this.”