Twenty-ThreeThe monstrous child grabbed Vance by the leg, his touch setting the sergeant's thigh on fire. Caleb laughed like a kid in a candy store and struggled to bite him. Vance, terrified and in pain, kept his head – and controlled the boy's. He'd grabbed Caleb by the hair and was yanking the feral child's head back to prevent him latching on.
In the dead of night, Vance could barely see his hand before his face. He had to find light. More, he needed to rid himself of Caleb. Possessed with those thoughts the sergeant ran for the front of the building, pushing the handcuffed reverend ahead of him, with the melting, laughing Caleb on his foot, riding his leg.
Out front, tripped up by the newly awakened dead, Norene fell hard to the ground. John P, one-time fisherman, four-time water ta
