I controlled myself after that. I put the beam to the walls of the
cavern, following the direction of her blood. Then I saw what I was
after. Another hole in the wall, just like the one we'd come
through.
Steven was slapping at them too by now. They were diving at us both
like tiny kamikaze pilots, hitting hard. I slapped at one and felt it
smear across my forehead. There was the urge to start swinging with
both hands, to drop the pitchfork and run. But that was the edge of
panic. And it could kill you.
"Let's get out of here. This way."
Just beyond the entrance the tunnel opened up to roughly the size of a
mine shaft. It was good to be able to stand up, even if you had to
stoop a little. A whole lot better than crawling.
Good also to be able to go two abreast, to feel the security of another
body by your side. To know it sported an axe handle that could bring a
man down.
We made good time through there. It was just one long passage with
nothing in the distance but rock and more rock as far as you could see.
It amazed me, this much tunnel. I guessed it started in the seawall
and eroded inward. I wondered how many others there were along the
coast just like this, maybe even deeper and more extensive.
You could hide forever in a place like this, if you could stand the
cold of winter and found some way to scrounge up food and water.
It would never grow warm in here. The rock itself would keep it cool
throughout the worst of August, and winter would be pure hell. Whoever
had Casey was a thick-skinned sonovabitch, if this was the
As I say, it was easy going for a while, with only one direction to go
in, but then things got more complicated. The section of tunnel split
in two. You could go left or right, and they were about the same in
shape and size.
We looked for traces of blood on the floor. There weren't any not in
either direction. There was no way of telling what that meant for
Casey. Maybe the bleeding had stopped because the wound