When he"d finally managed to drag himself back up to his feet, Cory walked over to Dean, who was motionless and out cold. He felt for a pulse; he was still alive. That was a relief; he’d meant to stop Tarrant, but he had no intention of killing him.
He took Dean"s limp arms and pulled him over onto the roadside, well clear of any danger from passing vehicles. He hadn"t a clue how long he would stay down, and he wasn’t going to hang around long enough to find out. He rushed off into the woods, losing his grip on the flashlight and dropping it, making directly for the flames.
The scratches from the low branches were a minor annoyance now, compared to the searing pain he felt in his head and rib cage. Dean Tarrant could pack some punch. Slowly and quietly, he made his way towards the campfi
