as Nick and Brian gape, their eyes wideningâboth of them slowly rising, then slowly beginning to back awayâPhilip comes closer still, kneeling down, a sullen businesslike expression on his face.
Bobby Marshâs eyes open.
The pupils have turned as white as pus.
Philip grabs the nail gun and presses it to the big manâs forehead just above the left eyebrow.
FFFFFFFFUMP!
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Hours later. Inside the house. After dark. Penny asleep. Nick in the kitchen, drowning his grief in whiskey ⦠Brian nowhere to be found ⦠Bobbyâs cooling corpse in the backyard, covered in a tarp next to the other bodies ⦠and Philip now standing at the living room window, gazing out through the slatted shutters at the growing number of dark figures on the street. They shuffle like sleepwalkers, moving back and forth behind the barricade. There are more of them now. Thirty, maybe. Forty even.
Streetlights shine through the cracks in the fence, the moving shadows breaking the beams at irregular intervals, making the light strobe, making Philip crazy. He hears the silent voice in his headâthe same voice that first made itself known after Sarah had died: Burn the place down, burn the whole fucking world down .
For a moment earlier that day, after Bobby had died, the voice had wanted to mutilate the twelve-year-oldâs body. The voice had wanted to take that dead thing apart. But Philip tamped it down, and now heâs fighting it again: The fuse is lit, brother, the clock is ticking â¦
Philip looks away from the window, and he rubs his tired eyes.
âItâs okay to let it out,â a different voice says now, coming from across the darkness.
Philip whirls and sees the silhouette of his brother across the living room, standing in the archway of the kitchen.
Turning back to the window, Philip offers no response. Brian comes over. Heâs holding a bottle of cough syrup in his trembling hands. In the darkness his feverish eyes shimmer with tears. He stands there for a moment.
Then he says in low, soft voice, careful not to awaken Penny on the couch next to them, âThereâs no shame in letting it out.â
âLetting what out?â
âLook,â Brian says, âI know youâre hurting.â He sniffs, wipes his mouth on his sleeve, his voice hoarse and congested. âAll I wanted to say is, Iâm really sorry about Bobby, I know you guys wereââ
âItâs done.â
âPhilip, câmonââ
âThis place is done, itâs cooked.â
Brian looks at him. âWhat do you mean?â
âWeâre getting out of here.â
âBut I thoughtââ
âTake a look.â Philip indicates the growing number of shadows out on Green Briar Lane. âWeâre drawing âem like flies on shit.â
âYeah, but the barricade is stillââ
âThe longer we stay here, Brian, the more itâs gonna get like a prison.â Philip stares out the window. âGotta keep moving forward.â
âWhen?â
âSoon.â
âLike tomorrow?â
âWeâll start packinâ in the morning, get as many supplies in the Suburban as we can.â
Silence.
Brian looks at his brother. âYou okay?â
âYeah.â Philip keeps staring. âGo to sleep.â
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At breakfast, Philip decides to tell his daughter that Bobby had to up and go homeââto go take care of his folksââand the explanation seems to satisfy the little girl.
Later that morning, Nick and Philip dig the grave out back, choosing a soft spot at the end of the garden, while Brian keeps Penny occupied in the house. Brian thinks they should tell Penny some version of what happened, but Philip tells Brian to stay the hell out of it and keep his mouth shut.
Now, in front of the rose trellis in the backyard, Philip and Nick lift
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