Page 13 of The Last True Hero
Not long dead then, perhaps only a matter of months.
"Thanks," Jenny gasped, rolling to her feet. People were screaming around them and fleeing out into the night, which was the worst mistake they could make. God only knew how many revenants were out there, waiting in the dark for easy prey.
He had to do something.
"To me!" Adam bellowed. "Grab a branch of fire, and form a ring around me!"
"Over here!" Sinclair yelled, lifting the shotgun he'd appropriated and spraying buckshot into the nearest revenant's knees. Someone who knew what he was doing then. Sinclair stepped forward, blowing off the revenant's head as an afterthought. They'd keep crawling after you, if you let them.
"To us!" Jenny screamed.
Panic began to slow down. Out in the bushes people screamed. One particular cry hit notes he'd associated with dying animals before, and Adam knew what had happened. Revenants didn't wait until you were dead to begin eating.
Thwaites hobbled closer, using a shotgun for balance. He looked like he'd twisted his ankle in the rush out of his blankets. "Over here," he bellowed. "To McClain!"
Someone tossed Adam a spare shotgun. More people found their way into the circle.
But he couldn't see Mia.
"Wait here," he told Jenny. "Burn anything that comes at you."
"Where are you going?" she demanded, grabbing his arm.
"To find your niece."
