HYoung people worst of all.
Because kids don't believe in death. They have to be taught in order
to believe- and the teacher is always disease or gaping holes in the
flesh. Wounds. Pain. That usually comes later in life, but it comes
eventually.
All the heroes are children.
So we two, playing with makeshift bats and sharp objects, went
inside.
Just a little at first. In that first passageway there was only room
to go one at a time, so I led the way, pitchfork always leading me a
little, flashlight in my other hand. I could always feel Steven right
behind me, crawling up over my ankles half the time, in fact, keeping
contact. It felt really good having him there too.
When we turned the corner the passage opened up a bit. But there still
wasn't room to gu two abreast. So when he started to move up on me I
waved him back again. I didn't want to feel cramped in there any more
than I had to.
Casey's flashlight was up ahead. I knew when Steven saw it because I
heard him groan a little. It sounded very loud in there.
The wind was colder but not so forceful as before. The stink was still
bad, though. I wondered what Steve was thinking, encountering it full
blast for the first time. I wondered if it was making him sick. You
think weird things at times like that, irrelevant things really, as
though your concentration can't handle the sudden strain. I found
myself wondering how his whites were holding up. Actually thinking
about laundry. It was stunning to me.
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I put my flashlight down and tried Casey's. It was dead. I put it in
front of my own beam and saw that the clear plastic head was broken,
splintered with tiny webbings. Just behind the plastic the aluminum
backing was deeply dented in two places roughly opposite one another.
As though gripped by a powerful hand or pair of jaws.
I handed it back to Steve. There wasn't any need to speak. I knew
he'd find the same things I had- the dents were impossible to miss. So
was their meaning. Somebody had taken the flashlight away from her.
And they did not do it gently.
I heard him put it down beside him. I picked up my flashlight and
started to move on. Just ahead a seam of lighter-colored rock
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