“Well, now Bubba I tried to stop you.”
“Shut up, Skeeter.”
“Well I did.”
“Fine. You tried to warn me. Now how do I kill these things without looking like I just came from a GWAR concert?”
“All the old ways work. Sunlight’s good.”
“Except it’s ten at night.”
“Fire works.”
“I think it’s probably a bad idea in a crowded theatre.”
“Or you could break their necks, crush their skulls, pierce their hearts or decapitate them.”
“Messy.”
“Look who’s talking.”
“I’ll have to give you that one. Alright, messy it is.” Decision made, I turned a corner in the hallway and a skinny dude bounced right off my chest. He’d been hauling ass back the way I’d come from, so I reached down and helped him up. Cold skin, check. Pale as crap, check. ‘Course, everybody in the theatre is pale as crap, so that
