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squirming and rubbing herself as if the rain had triggered a fit of erotic ecstasy. He saw a couple rutting on the hood of a car. The man was on top, and Trev couldn't be sure whether the woman jerking beneath him was alive or dead. At the corner, he spotted two women and a man hunched over a corpse, tearing at its clothes and flesh. |
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Those people, distracted from their chore, turned their heads and peered toward Trev's car. A chill prickled the back of his neck. He shoved down hard on the gas pedal. |
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In the back seat, Francine was wheezing again. |
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No sounds at all came from Lisa. |
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'At least we can see where we're going,' Trev muttered. |
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He wondered if Maureen was among those he'd seen, demented or dead. |
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Maybe she's safe, he told himself. |
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I'll drop these two off and drive to her house. Maybe she's there, safe and sound, and I can stay with her and protect her. |
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'What could do this to people?' Lisa asked, her voice high and shaking. |
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'I wish I knew. Poison in the rain? Chemicals? Germs? I've got no idea. Hell, maybe God's finally decided he's had enough crap from humanity . . .' |
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'God wouldn't do this,' Lisa said. |
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'No, you're probably right. Maybe it's the Devil.' |
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A teenaged kid darted into view from behind a parked van. He sped toward Trev's car on a skateboard, waving a machete overhead. He wore |
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