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Cassy threw her knife at the nearest man. He twisted away and ducked. The handle of the knife struck his side. The knife fell to the floor. He grinned. |
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John was sure of it when she peeled the big, loose T-shirt over her head. The males among the crazies gaped at her. |
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She rushed to the fire and threw her shirt into the flames. Then Lynn was beside her. Lynn yanked the nightgown up her body, and off, and flung it onto the fire. |
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As the flames surged high, devouring the clothes, the crazies attacked. Ignoring John's gun. Ignoring John. Apparently no longer caring about the bullets as they charged toward Lynn and Cassy. |
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He lunged sideways. The nearest man dived for Cassy. John's kick caught him in the hip, turning him in midair. The guy dropped back-first onto the pyre and screamed. John drove his elbow into the face of a giggling lunatic. He pivoted and crashed his revolver against the forehead of an old woman. |
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He was hit hard in the back. Lynn shrieked and hurled herself onto someone behind him. He spun around in time to see her throw a skinny little guy to the floor. She landed on top. She pounded her knife into the guy's chest. A woman rushed in from the side, hatchet raised. She started to swing it down at Lynn's head. John's kick flung her backward. |
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