Chapter Twenty-Five
Joel’s face was splattered with red. Fine dots, a deep red hue.
Sam couldn’t understand why he looked so surprised. Or why he wasn’t yelling. A wound like that, to produce so much blood, it must have hurt. Maybe he’s in shock. He’s not feeling it yet. It will hit him.
Oh, wait.
Sam touched her neck. Her hand came away soaked in blood. She was the one with the gaping neck wound. It was her blood on his face. She was the one in shock.
The world started to spin. She got very cold very quickly, and her knees buckled. Joel’s look of frozen terror shattered as he rushed forward to catch her.
“Pull back!” he shouted.
Reggie was already ten paces ahead of them, his gatling raging, keeping the rest of the horde at bay. Peppy patrolled the space between Reggie and Sam, kil
