Chapter 6“They’re not necessarily genuine, right?”
For a big guy, Ezra moved fast. At least he did when running from human remains. We were already outside, through the kitchen, out the back door. Trickles of rainwater ran the length of his bare torso as his massive chest moved up and down, his taut gut in and out. All of it was wet and shiny in no time, illuminated by Ezra’s flashlight still on and facing up grasped near his waist. Muscular shoulders and tree trunk arms flexed, and there I stood with an affinity for trees. Still, stupid me went back for his T-shirt not far from where he’d dropped the tartan blanket in his hasty retreat.
“There are all sorts of real-looking replicas these days.” The rain fell so hard, I could hardly hear my own voice. “They could be Halloween decorations
