My pulse is racing now. A splinter of cold, venomous panic is working its way deeper and deeper into my brain. Whatever Nathan has become, I'm lucky to have survived against him this long.
In my search for a body, I've wandered close to the two discarded flashlights and their cones of light. Wilmer's gone, as I knew he would be. I turn toward Albright's body-
And almost run into Nathan.
I'm just quick enough on the draw to fire, once, before he can grab me. My aim is perfect. The shot hits him square in the jaw, blowing a hole through his head.
It only stuns him.
He takes the gun out of my hand as if I'm giving it to him as a present. Then he grabs me by the throat and lifts me with one hand.