Chapter 34
They sat there for what seemed a long time, doors locked, dome light and headlights burning. Shannon was afraid to try the ignition, afraid the Chevelle might not start, afraid it would start but not move. She was also afraid of the battery running dry and leaving them defenseless in the dark. She felt him near, his sick heat that pulsed around them like something infected.
She felt him waiting.
At last, her fear of the dark won out and she did try.
The Chevelle started and lurched forward with an ugly sound, a grinding of metal against stone, and when she tried to move the car, it only rocked uselessly for a few nightmare moments. Then the power wheels touched ground for long enough to grab. The Chevelle’s twisted frame groaned, then its tires found flat blacktop and t
