Chapter 6
FOR DAYS I’d thought myself dead. In that room, standing at the foot of that bed, watching a still-living p***s jut, jerk, and quiver from the withered body of a mostly dead man, I knew I had been wrong. The dead don’t feel nausea slowly boil up from their guts, and don’t have panic gibbering in the back of the brain. Staring at Doug’s body jolted life through me like a defibrillator across the chest.
Doug’s p***s seemed to turn towards me, although I knew it couldn’t. He didn’t have any eyes. His ears had shriveled into raisins. Smell? No way my smell could penetrate that appalling, thick animal funk.
The damned thing definitely slanted towards me, though.
I stepped to the side.
The red, swollen head swiveled to follow.
I launched myself out of the room and slammed the doo
