A Love Story Chapter Nine CHUCK GOT REYNOLDS to sit down, and made the rest of us give them some space. I had one hand on my gun the whole time, and I didn’t take my eyes off the two of them as they crouched low and Chuck broke the news to the man. That he’d been bitten. That he would now change. That he had about a half hour left. I could almost tell what he was saying just by the series of emotions that crossed the older man’s face. Horror, then fear, then disbelief, and finally, devastated acceptance.When he finished, Reynolds gathered his wife and son into his arms, and the rest of us stood as far from them as we could. “He’s coming with us,” Chuck said softly.“Going with you where?” Mom asked.I nodded at the truck across the street. “We’re going to make our way across the street and take that truck. It’s full of gasoline, Mom.”“We’ll make a lot of noise, get them to follow us,” Chuck went on. “All of them. Then we’re going to douse the rest of those mutant potatoes in gasoline and torch the field.”“Right, hopefully, creeps and all.”“And why is he going with you?”
