"We see you, Trammeler." Jo's screech followed us up the path.
I shot a look behind me at her crumpled frame and swallowed thickly. Better me than her, but my heart boomed with terror.
"You and your volunteers are hiding inside the Trinity trees. You want a war, you'll get one," Jo growled.
Next to us, a hand shot through a grave and grasped the ground. I jumped and gave a sharp yelp. Another hand on the other side of the path split open its grave.
Prickles crawled over my skin. The squelchy sound. The sound my heartbeat now buried. It was the sound of the dead rising up through their muddy graves.
Mom.
I choked on the fright that dripped at the back of my throat. "No. Don't do this." I yanked at One's grip, but she held fast. "You don't have to do this. She...she can't come back."
More fists shot through their graves on either side of us. Heads, too. Rusty moans parted their dry lips.