Croatoan

A long moment passed as Sam struggled to catch her breath. Elias sat quietly with the rifle between his legs. Outside, the rain hammered down relentlessly.

Finally Elias asked “Are you alright?”

“Is it dead?”

“Yeah.”

Still struggling to speak in an even tone, Sam said “How? I shot it—her… I shot her again and again and—”

“Silver.” Elias said. “Silver’s the only thing that works.”

Sam fell silent once again, attempting to process what had happened, but she felt removed; outside of herself, like someone observing events on a TV screen or watching theatre actors on a stage. There was just no way any of this was real. People couldn’t become things like… like what Nina had become.

Looking to the dash on Elias’s side, Sam spotted her cell phone. Elias had moved it from the passenger seat when he sat down. Sam started to reach for the phone, but Elias put his hand up to block her.

“We have to get rid of the body,” Elias said.