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looks must've turned on one or more of the invaders. |
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She usually wore corduroy pants or jeans. They were gone. Both her shoes were missing. She wore white socks. A torn rag of red panties dangled from her left ankle. Her thighs were mottled with gray smudges. On the table between her legs was a pizza. Her blood covered it. And blood concealed the true color of her public hair. Where her torso wasn't sheathed with gleaming crimson, her skin bore dark streaks and stains. A mouth-sized chunk of flesh was missing from her right breast. Most of her throat had been chewed out. |
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Saliva kept flooding into Trev's mouth. He knew he was about to vomit. He swallowed quickly, but more saliva poured in. |
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He took a few more steps, staggering past the side of the table, and saw the woman's face. |
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She wore a mask of blood. Her wide mouth showed broken teeth. Raw pulp remained where her nose should've been. One eye was gone, and all that remained was a sloppy red pit. |
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Her hair hung toward the floor in thick, matted ropes of red. |
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But here and there, blood had missed it. |
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Blonde, not the auburn of Maureen. |
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When he was done, he looked across the aisle. There were no bodies near the table there. Its surface was clear except for a glass of red wine and a stein of |
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