The Fall (Book 2): Dead Will Rise - Plot & Excerpts
Speed was more important than stealth now that the sun was out. Kell wasn't much of a woodsman when it came to tracking, but he thought they left little sign. Several hundred yards down the way, the hills flattened and the creek widened, providing a way across via jumbled rocks strewn across its length. From there it was a quarter-mile trudge to the highway and across it to reach a clump of vehicles smashed up against the woods. The pile looked as though a hurricane swept the trucks and cars out of the way, creating a twisted mass of metal bordering on modern art. The earth here was beaten flat, baked and dead. There was no grass leading up to the wreckage, which Andrea homed in on like missile. As they approached, a door opened without the squealing rasp he'd have expected from a vehicle so far gone to rust. An oval face peered out with suspicious eyes. A child, a girl no more than eight. “Hurry,”
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