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Then she saw Albert. He was sitting with his back against the wall, which was splattered with gore.
His eyes were closed. He wasn’t moving.
“Albert?”
She fought the desire to run and run and keep running. Only, she was still thirsty and hungry. And there lay a water bottle with a few precious sips still. She drank it. Not enough, but something.
She went to the kitchen and with shaking fingers dug out the plastic trash bags. Then, quick, quick, before someone stopped her, she gathered all the cans and bottles and thrust them into the bag. It wasn’t much, but her brothers could find a couple of ounces of food.
She glanced at Albert, feeling sorry for him and a little guilty and . . .
His eyes. They were open.
“Albert?”
She went closer. Were his eyes following her?
“Are you alive?”
He didn’t answer. But slowly, slowly his eyes closed. And then opened again.
Leslie-Ann ran from the room and from the house. But she did not drop her bag.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
4 HOURS, 8 MINUTES
BRIANNA DREW THE bowie knife from its sheath. “Cutting you in three pieces didn’t do it,” she said to Drake. “So this time I’m going to dice you like an onion.”
She blurred and Drake split open at the waist. Not clean-through, but she’d finish it with the next one.
“Get her!” Drake yelled.
She twirled in midair, kicked off the back of a bug, and brought the huge knife down again, chopping Drake’s whip hand and leaving it like a reddish python, squirming but no longer attached to Drake.
She struck! Again! Again! In the blink of an eye.
But the creatures were reacting now, a mass of them, rushing her. Slow, too slow, but still she had to sidestep them, and that cost her a precious second.
And Drake was still alive. Or something like alive.
She threaded past gnashing mouthparts and scything mandibles and buried the knife in Drake’s skull. The blade sank into the bone, stuck.
She yanked on it, but Drake’s upper body came with it. The blade would not come free.
Speeeewt!
Something slapped her calf. She twisted to look and saw a long, barbed, black rope extending from the mouth of the closest bug. She shook her leg but it did not come off.
“Gross!”
Another bug tried the same thing and she somersaulted out of the way. Still that first tongue was attached to her and she could feel hooks buried in her skin.
She needed her bowie knife. But now it was out of range as Drake dragged himself away with his one arm.
Brianna spotted a stone with a dull edge. She slammed it down on the tongue with all the force her speed afforded. The tongue bled but did not break. Blue bug eyes fixed on her with what now looked like triumph.
“Oh, no you don’t.”
