Chapter 49
“STAY BACK, you two!”
Hunger howled in my gut. I still couldn’t feel my legs or my arms. But the black halo around my vision receded and color started leaking into view.
I could make out some details through the hazy vision of resurrection. All black clothing stood out like a silhouette. A black shirt. Black pants. A hood—no, a… a veil?
Rose Friedman. Julie’s retired kindergarten teacher. Still dressed for a funeral and veiling her face. Holding a deer rifle, the barrel jammed deep inside my mouth.
I’d been shot by my daughter’s kindergarten teacher.
The rifle barrel jerked in my mouth.
I instinctively clamped down, jamming my teeth into the barrel. Not my best idea.
Rose jerked in surprise.
I hadn’t been alive again for a minute, and already I had to move quickly to bu
