He stared incredulously at the woman he'd thought dead, positive he was hallucinating. He'd seen her remains outside the Knights of Columbus. Hadn't he? Was this a ghost? A hallucination? He fumbled for words, but couldn't formulate a sentence. "Tom?" Rosemary's face was ashen, as if the snow and cold had taken root in her bones. Flecks of blood marred her high cheekbones. Her hair was invisible inside the hood of the jacket—a jacket he didn't recognize. She lowered her guns. It wasn't until she spoke again that Tom lowered his axe. "I can't believe you're alive." Rosemary tried to smile, but the trauma was evident beneath her expression. He could only imagine what she'd survived, considering when he'd last seen her. Tom pictured the bodies he'd seen at the Knights of Columbus. At the time, he hadn't been sure to whom they belonged. There'd been so many of them, and so torn apart… He glanced behind him. "We need to get out of the hallway," he said. Rosemary nodded vigorously. "How many of the things are down there?" he asked.
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