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The field on the edge of the wood was fast turning into a quagmire. Standing rainwater pooled deep, submerging Alice's sneakers.
She saw Brooke's parents fleeing the scene. Marlene too, slipping and sliding as they went.
All around her, it was chaos. Bodies strewn on the ground. Costumes and masks discarded. Torches smoking in the mud. The table left behind, and Kilbride behind the wheel of the pickup. The headlights came on as he fired up the engine. He reversed through a slush of mud, spraying waves of water either side.
Alice fired three times into the dazzle of the headlights. The truck kept going. But Kilbride seemed to have forgotten about the large, craggy tree behind.
The rear of the pickup slammed into the base of the trunk with a crunch of steel. Alice heard the ignition
