Chapter 61
SUDDEN VIOLENCE splits people into three groups: those who run towards trouble, those who run from it, and those who scream for help.
Stuff a whole bunch of folks into a bar. Add an overladen buffet table and every chair you can scrounge. Sprinkle in a couple of monsters at the back door, who then announce their intent to kill everyone in the room.
The monstrous mathematics add up to an immobile mass of people screaming, running to, and running from, so tightly packed together no one can move.
Seeing the empty dreg of Janet transform Kenny from an obnoxious lickspittle to a bloody, ravaged corpse did what crying and drinking and Eric and Jack and Alice and Ceren hadn’t managed. The engine of my soul roared to life. Every sensation my stunned brain had blocked out crashed int
