3: Desert GraveThe woman staggered on the sidewalk and collided with the man’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. You okay, mister?”
Covington patted her shoulders and nodded. “I’m fine. Are you okay?”
“Just a bit jiggered,” she slurred.
“I can see that. Do you need help?”
The woman’s eyes grew large as she looked over his shoulder. She took a step backward and raised an arm, pointing and shaking her finger.
The man chuckled and glanced behind him. “Everything okay?”
The woman turned and beelined for the street, tripping over the curb and landing face-first into a pile of leaves clogging the storm drain.
“C’mon. Let’s see what fun we can get into,” Covington said to the ghouls behind him.
The hordes of girls shuffled behind him as they approached the downtown area. Rows and rows of women—some w
