Laying in the middle of the road, Landon's legs tremor. He is unconscious, and his body is seizing. The lenses on his shades--one has popped out, the other is scratched almost all the way through and badly cracked.
I look down at Jennie as I rub her back soothingly. Large droplets of blood collect along the strands of her brown hair. Blood pools in the fold of her jeans.
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