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overwhelming, like stumbling into the middle of someone else’s nightmare.
    The girl screamed again and the Red’s attention was suddenly drawn inside the wreck. More Reds stampeded towards Remmy and the crash site, their screams filling the air. Reds had always been avoided, never fought and Remmy momentarily doubted he had the skills or instinct to kill one, but as the girl cried for help, Remmy’s mind filled with thoughts of Jessica. Had she cried for help? Begged to be let go before the Reds did whatever they had taken her to do? Anger flared in Remmy’s mind and he fought to keep it down. He needed to allow enough to keep his mind sharp, but not enough to overwhelm him. His breathing steadied as he picked up a rock. It was heavy, about the size of a large apple and fit nicely into Remmy’s palm. It would have to do.
    The Red knelt down and tried to scramble into the wrecked vehicle. It never saw Remmy coming. Never saw the rock crashing into the side of its head.
    Remmy swung the rock a few more times, his hand becoming sore, but his fingers unable to put the stone down. The Red stopped moving, but more screams threatened from a rapidly diminishing distance.
    Crawling inside the vehicle required Remmy to wade through a tepid pool of the officer’s blood. Remmy struggled not to vomit.
    “Help!” someone called from the rear of the vehicle. “Please help!”
    Remmy wiped sweat from his face and peered through the shattered section of dark glass that separated him from the passengers.
    “Come on!” Remmy shouted. “We need to go now! There’s not much time!”
    The girl shrieked at the red face that looked at her through the divider. Seeing her fear, Remmy suddenly realized that he must have wiped blood across his face.
    “I’m not a Red,” he yelled. “Am I screaming? We don’t have time for this. Come on!”
    “My brother,” the girl gasped, “he’s unconscious. And my mother…my mother…” A sudden deluge of tears cut off the girl’s words.
    “Your mother is gone . I’m sorry,” Remmy said, mustering all the compassion he could give the current situation. “Slide your brother to me and I’ll carry him. Can you walk?”
    “I think so,” the girl said, as she began moving her brother towards the opening.
    Remmy grabbed the boy and pulled him out of the wreck. The girl followed close behind.
    “Thank you,” the girl choked, tears still streaming down her face.
    “You’re welcome,” Remmy grunted as he lifted the boy onto his shoulders. “We need to move, now! Run for the trees.” Remmy pointed back towards the copse of old pines.
    The Reds’ screams grew louder, but Remmy refused to look behind himself. He needed to believe that he would make it to the trees and that he had a chance. If he looked behind him, Remmy knew the Reds would get him.
    “Climb!” Remmy yelled as the girl reached the tree.
    “Climb?” she asked. “I don’t know how…I’ve never…”
    “Just grab the branches and keep going,” Remmy coached. “Get up a little and then help me pull him up.”
    The girl leapt up and began climbing. She was a quick learner. As Remmy hefted the boy into the branches, he noticed that the girl had stopped crying, a look of determination set in her face. The girl looked amazing, like the pictures, Remmy had seen in books at school. She had the confident expression of the statues Remmy had seen of Roman and Greek goddesses. This girl was strong.
    The Reds closed in on the tr unk of the tree just as Remmy pulled himself into the safety of the tree. They screamed in frustration.
    “What do we do now?” the girl asked.
    “We wait,” Remmy said, knowing that the boy needed medical attention. “Hopefully, if we’re quiet, the Reds will wander off. They get distracted pretty easily.”
    “Thank you,” the girl said again.
    “You already said that,” Remmy smiled. “You don’t have to say it twice.”
    “I’m Cora,” she smiled. Another strange feeling blossomed in