Chapter Seventeen
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“Jesus Christ, woman! Your son wouldn’t be at this festival! He’s hustling whores in Amsterdam!” yelled Henry, who was now waiting in Billie’s vehicle. “Get your butt into the SUV!”
But Mary was transfixed and started moving toward the zombie, who stared at her with more than just love; his was an insatiable hunger for Southern food.
“Ben? What have they done to you?” she sobbed, raising her hands out to meet his outstretched ones.
“No, Mary... stop!” I hollered, grabbing for her arm. I tried pulling her back toward the SUV, but she broke away from me.
“It’s okay, Cassie,” she said with a reassuring smile. “Ben would never hurt his momma.”
Then everything seemed to happen at once. The glass-plated wall surrounding the dealership shattered as the crowd of z
