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The woman was silent. Josh could see the outline of her head, but not her face; her head angled toward Swan. "A little girl," she said softly. "Oh, my Lord... a little girl..."

Josh had just put his hand on the knob when the door flew open and the barrel of a pistol looked him in the eyes.

"Money?" She hawked and spat past him. "Money ain't worth nothin' no more I'd blow your damn head off if I wouldn't have to clean up the mess"

"No... we've got some corn, and green beans, and boiled potatoes."

"Why'd you think the door was locked, then? This is private property"

"St. Johns, I guess. Hazleton's the nearest town of any size, and that's about ten miles south of St. Johns. There may be a few people left, but after that flood of refugees washed in from the east I'd be surprised if you'd find much in any town along I-80. St. Johns is about four or five miles west." The man looked at Artie, who was dripping blood onto the snow. "Friend, that's going to attract every scavenger within smelling distance-and believe me, some of those bastards can sniff blood a long, long way."

"What's the nearest town?" Sister asked.

"Sounds like the makings of a stew to me. My cabin's about two miles north of here, as the crow flies. If you want to go back with me, you'll be welcome. If not, I'll say have a good trip to Detroit."

"No... we've got some corn, and green beans, and boiled potatoes."

"Uh... I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't think anybody was here."

"Uh... I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't think anybody was here."

Josh had just put his hand on the knob when the door flew open and the barrel of a pistol looked him in the eyes.

Something moved at the corner of his vision. He looked to the side, and something small-a jackrabbit? he wondered-darted out of sight behind the ruins of the caf.

Josh had just put his hand on the knob when the door flew open and the barrel of a pistol looked him in the eyes.

"Leona" a weak voice called from inside the house. "Leo-" And then it was interrupted by a strangling, terrible spasm of coughing.

Josh was stiff with cold, and he knew Swan must be freezing, too. She held onto that Cookie Monster doll like life itself and occasionally flinched in her tormented sleep. He approached one of the houses but stopped when he saw a body curled up like a question mark on the front porch steps. He headed for the next house, further along and across the road.

Something moved at the corner of his vision. He looked to the side, and something small-a jackrabbit? he wondered-darted out of sight behind the ruins of the caf.

But he was already moving again, heading into the edge of the dense forest.

"What's the nearest town?" Sister asked.

"Sounds like the makings of a stew to me. My cabin's about two miles north of here, as the crow flies. If you want to go back with me, you'll be welcome. If not, I'll say have a good trip to Detroit."

Something moved at the corner of his vision. He looked to the side, and something small-a jackrabbit? he wondered-darted out of sight behind the ruins of the caf.

Sullivan, Josh thought. Whatever Sullivan had once been, it was dead now.

Josh had just put his hand on the knob when the door flew open and the barrel of a pistol looked him in the eyes.

"If you don't mind, we'll just go on our way."

They had no choice but to hurry after him. Artie looked over his shoulder, terrified of more lurking predators coming up behind him. His ribs ached where the beast had hit him, and his legs felt like short pieces of soft rubber. He and Sister entered the woods after the shuffling figure of the man in the ski mask and left the highway of death behind.

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