Chapter 4b: Terror
“Burn, motherfucker, burn.”
Duke hopped up and down and clapped his hands together as the front room burst into flames.
“That’s what you fuckin’ get, Carter. Ya hear me in there?”
The rest of the crew watched 706 Sears Road set ablaze. What little remained of the shards of glass in the front room window bust out through the flames.
Duke roared at the furnace. “Come out, come out, my little fuckin’ niglets. Good lil’ piggie-wiggies.”
Inside, Dolph held his oxygen mask and ran from the kitchen and into the front room. “s**t, shit.”
The discarded Molotov cocktail had smashed across the carpet.
The curtains were on fire, and the flames spread across the wall. To the left, Nanna’s corpse barbecued on her fiery chair, coughing her remains into a black dust against the
