“We’ll be in Atlanta in a day or so, but we’re going to drive through Myrtle Beach, Charleston and Columbia just to check them out. People say they were all horribly bombed,” I explained. Colton shrugged while the old man laughed.
“Just you three youngsters and the old man, heh, heh.” I looked back and saw him raise a grizzled eyebrow. I saw that Valerie was in no way repulsed, but she clearly wasn’t happy sitting back there.
“You know, the oldest person should get to ride up front,” the old man commented, laughing. Then time slowed and his laughter drifted away from me as the hairs on the back of my neck rose. One second of realization and I was already screaming for Colton to hit the brakes and jump as I ripped my seatbelt off and threw myself out the door. Colton dove out my door, the steering wheel spinning. I was outside the car and time seemed to hang in the air. Valerie jumped and her body was halfway out of the car. There was a massive slam as a body smashed onto the car top. The metal ceiling was ripped off and she dove in. I caught one glimpse of her, just like the vision, like the Devaglions, a death white body with insanity in her pale eyes and bloodlust in her scream. My quiver tipped in midair, flinging the arrows across the street. I had only just noticed that in all our laughter and talking, we were over a mile away from the rest of the people. I could just barely see Matthew’s black Mercedes, glinting in the sunlight. Then I came down, crashing into a woody bush and flipping to the ground.
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