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It was Lake down there.
He had known before he had reached the skylight, but now that he was staring down at her, about to become the next meal of these Crazies, there was no doubt.
Lake was being suspended over a growing pyre of wood until it was almost touching her feet. She was fighting like hell to get free, swinging off the floor like a fish on a hook. Hunter didn't have much time. There was enough kindling for it to go up like a roman candle if someone lit a match. The fuckers might have been crazy, but they knew how to start a fire.
Lake was screaming hysterically as they hoisted her higher in order to pile on more wood until there was almost several feet of air between her and the floor. She dangled precariously, swinging from side to side as she struggled to get free. Hu
