Page 7 of Not Quite Dead Yet

The whine lowered, sinking into a growl.

‘Wh–’

A rush of feet behind.

A fast crack to the back of her head, the wet of splitting skin, crunch of skull.

The phone slips from her hands. No growl anymore but a scream. Jet should scream too but –

Another explosion, harder. The feel of blood, the sound of things breaking inside her head.

Someone’s killing her.

Jet can still think that, but she blinks and the light doesn’t come back and –

Woodstock Police Department, Woodstock, Vermont

Emergency call log

Date: 10/31/2025

Time: 11:09 p.m.

DISPATCHER:

This is 911, how can I help?

CALLER:

Oh my god, oh my god, help! Send help!

DISPATCHER:

Sir, please calm down. What service do you require?

CALLER:

Fuck. Ambulance. Get an ambulance here. Police. She’s not moving, oh my god. No!

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