Chapter 65
I SLAMMED to a stop, one arm stretched out to intercept Ceren.
“Ceren,” I said as quietly as I could. “Back that way. Sky blue puttermobile. Find Eric’s truck, it won’t be far. There’s a flamethrower in the back. If Eric’s there, bring him too, but bring that flamethrower.”
Ceren glanced between me and Alice, then put her head down and charged for my car like a bull rhino. Her feet ate distance in great loping strides.
I turned—ignoring Wormface trying to use its acid to burn through Jack’s door like it had burned through Jack’s skull, ignoring the other dregs standing nearby—and lunged for the tree.
Alice, my Alice, trapped at the top of the tree, a deranged Nat Reamer climbing closer with every second. These brain-damaged monstrosities would not touch my girls.
I sprinte
