Chapter22

#Chapter22

Hollis pulled his backup gun, aimed at the thing in the doorway and yelled for her— it, to get down on the ground. Ignoring him, Rhonda turned back toward Jack Richards, who had opened the office's back window and was wriggling out. /"Do whatever you can,/" Kacey said on the phone. /"I gotta handle this./" She ended the call.

Rhonda came back out the main door and headed around the building. Hollis replaced the phone in his pocket and yelled for her to stop, but he may as well have been shouting at a rock. The reanimated Rhonda used her limb—which Hollis now realized was her hand, skeletal and freakishly elongated—to spike the ground as she shuffled along, similar to the way an old man might use a cane. Jack ran to the open roll gate and ran through. Rhonda's freak-arm whipped out and latched onto the gate, yanking it back along the fence with ridiculous force. Rhonda shambled through, with Hollis catching up.