Chapter 48: Sleepover, Part 1

"They're dead!" someone shouted. "All of them!"

The metallic tang of blood hung thick in the air. I whipped around to where the screams had come from. The water ran red, and a heap of bodies was piled in the shallow pool at the base of the falls. Clothes torn to shreds. Arms bent at unnatural angles. Hair clumped around pale faces. Necks ripped open.

I gagged.

Chaos broke out. People screamed and ran. But I was frozen, unable to look away. The crowd pushed and shoved anything or anyone who stood in their way. Someone slammed into me hard enough to knock me back a few steps. I stumbled. Wild, red hair caught my attention.

No. . .

My heart beat erratically, the thundering staccato pounding in my ears so loud it was deafening. I had to get a closer look. I had to know if it was anyone I knew. What if it was Abby? Please don't let it be Abby. Eyes wide, I forced my way through the mass of bodies. I knew Isach hadn't taken her home. Fear and panic fought for dominance in my chest.