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dragging noise startled me enough to make me cling to a tree. I hugged it to me and closed my eyes, trying to listen for danger over the pounding in my heart and gasping breath.
    Just when I thought I might hyperventilate, my eyes popped open wide to try to pull in enough light to penetrate the darkness. Something darker than the dark and about as tall as a man crossed from one tree to another, only twenty yards or so from me. I closed my eyes tight one last time, and then broke into a sprint, refusing to stop until I slipped in the culvert beside the main highway in and out of town.
    My knees hit hard, and then my stomach, chest, and face shortly after. Face and palms down in the mud, I quickly tuned in to the sounds around me, and then flipped over, searching in a panic for whatever was hunting me.
    My chest heaved as my lungs tried to keep up with the constant adrenaline pumping through my body. A scream welled up in my chest, but recognition choked back the noise. Drawing anyone’s attention—alive or dead—could end my rescue mission before it started.
    A man walked toward me, his arms out, trying to wave away the scream he could see was about to echo throughout the east side of Anderson.
    The fear in his dark eyes was highlighted by the amount of white surrounding them. “Ssssh! I’m not going to hurt you!” he said in a loud whisper.
    He slid in next to me, his clothes and skin already soiled with mud, spattered in some places, saturated in others. He looked like he’d been crawling on his belly through the woods for days.
    I pressed my lips together to stifle a yelp, my entire body shaking involuntarily.
    â€œI’m not going to hurt you,” he said again, panting. He didn’t need the mud. His skin was dark enough to keep him hidden, even if he was well over six feet tall. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just trying to get into town. Same as you.”
    I nodded, unable to form a proper response.
    â€œMy name’s Tobin. You . . . you okay?”
    I took a deep breath, trying to settle my nerves. “Scarlet.”
    Tobin took a quick scan of our surroundings. “Are you from Anderson?”
    â€œI used to be.”
    Tobin nodded. “You got family in there, don’t you?”
    â€œMy little girls,” I said, feeling salty tears fill my eyes. For the first time since I’d left the Jeep, I felt cold. My body hadn’t stopped shaking, and I was already exhausted.
    Tobin pressed his lips together. “My sister and her kids live here. She ain’t got nobody.”
    The knowledge that I wasn’t totally alone gave me enough strength to focus on my plan. I pointed across the highway to another patch of woods. “Across the road is a valley that runs alongside the river. There’s an old bridge maybe three blocks south of here.”
    Tobin frowned. “There are soldiers at every entrance, and they’re walking the streets. Anderson is some type of military state now.”
    â€œThe governor is in there somewhere. He was visiting today. My daughters were supposed to meet him.”
    Tobin shook his head. “That explains it, then. I’m not sure whether I should be glad or sick to my stomach. I mean . . . who gives a shit about his title when the whole world is going to hell, right?”
    I laughed once without humor. “It’s a good time to throw his rank around. At least he’s not crawling through the mud.”
    Tobin offered a small smile. “We better get going. They could do another sweep of the woods soon.”
    â€œAnother?”
    Tobin looked at his mud-covered front and then back at me. “A word of advice: If you see a dead person walking, run the other way. If you see a soldier, hide. They were shooting the bodies lying in the road earlier. Just making sure, I guess.”
    Tobin waited as I darted across the highway. My legs seemed to be moving in slow motion, but