Shop windows were broken. It looked a lot like Corpus Christi, and he suddenly got the idea that from now on no matter where he went, everything would look like Corpus Christi. The whole world was haunted now. The dead, the infected, the living, they all shared the same real estate.Danny wiped his eyes and sniffled. His parents’ ghosts were watching him. His innocent brother (but had he ever really been innocent?) was dead, too. In his place a monster had risen.There was only one way to make the ghosts quiet, and there was only one cure for his little brother.I’ll see you in the woods.He pulled off Main Street, and parked at the picnic area near the woods. It was getting late. Four o’clock. The days were shorter, and sunset wasn’t far off. He took a deep breath, touched the gun in his pocket, and went hunting.The deeper he walked, the more the cord of adrena- line inside him unwound. He was tired, not from walk- ing, but from shaking, from being ready to run for so long now that the blood rushing through his veins at twice its normal speed felt natural.The sun got lower in the sky.
