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Then a woman； an old lady； also lying on the floor； head turned toward Holly。 Looking through the tubular legs of the chair； across the fries and disarranged burger； the lady stares at her； a look of surprise； stares and stares； never blinking； and then Holly sees that the lady's eye nearest the floor isn't there any more； an empty hole； blood leaking out。 Oh； lady。 Oh； lady； I'm sorry； I'm so sorry。 Holly hears a terrible sound； chuda…chudachuda…chuda…chuda…chuda…chuda； doesn't recognize it； hears people screaming； a lot of people； chuda…chuda…chuda…chuda； still screaming but not as much as before； glass shattering； wood breaking； a man shouting like a bear； roaring； very angry and roaring； chuda…chuda…chuda…chuduchuda…chuda…chuda…chuda。
She knows now that it's gunfire； the heavy rhythmic pounding of an automatic weapon； and she wants to get out of there。 So she turns in the opposite direction from which she's been facing because she doesn't want to…can't； just can't！ crawl by the old lady whose eye has been shot out。 But behind her is a little girl； about eight； lying on the floor in a pink dress with black patent…leather shoes and white socks； a little girl with white…blond hair； a little girl with； a little girl with； a little girl with patent…leather shoes； a little girl with； a little girl with； a little girl with white socks； a little girl with； a little girl with with with with with half her face shot of。 A red smile。 Broken white teeth in a red； lopsided smile。 Sobbing； screaming； and still more chuda…chuda…chudachuda； it's never going to stop； it's going to go on forever； that terrible sound； chuda…chuda…chuda。 Then Holly's moving； scrambling on her hands and knees； away from both the old lady and the little girl with half a face。
Unavoidably her hands slap…skip…skid…slide through warm french fries； a hot fish sandwich； a puddle of mustard； as she moves； moves； staying under the tables； between the chairs； then she puts her hand down in the icy slush of a spilled Coke； and when she sees the image of Dixie Duck on the large paper cup from which the soda has spilled； she knows where she is； she's in a Dixie Duck Burger Palace； one of her favorite places in the world。 Nobody's screaming now； maybe they realize that a Dixie Duck is not a place you should scream； but somebody is sobbing and groaning； and somebody else is saying please…please…please…please over and over again。
Holly starts to crawl out from under another table； and she sees a man in a costume standing a few feet from her； turned half away from her； and she thinks maybe this is all just a trick； trick…or…treat； a Halloween performance。 But it isn't Halloween。 Yet the man is in a costume he's wearing bat boots like G。I。 Joe and camouflage pants and a black T…shirt and a beret； like the Green Berets wear； only this one is black； and it must be a costume because he isn't really a soldier； can't be a soldier with that big sloppy belly overhanging his pants； and he hasn't shaved in maybe a week； soldiers have to shave； so he's only wearing soldier stuff This girl is kneeling on the floor in front of him； one of the teenagers who works at Dixie Duck； the pretty one with the red hair； she winked at Holly when she took her order； now she's kneeling in front of the guy in the soldier costume； with her head bowed like she's praying； except what she's saying is please please…please…please。 The guy is shouting at her about the CIA and mind control and secret spy networks operated out of the Dixie Duck storeroom。 Then the guy stops shouting and he looks at the red…haired girl awhile； just looks down at her； and then he says look…at…me； and she says please…please…don't； and he says look…at…me again； so she raises her head and looks at him； and he says what…do…you…think…I…am…stupid？ The girl is so scared； she is just so scared； and she says no…please…I…don't…know…anything…about…this； and he says like…shit…you…don't； and he lowers the big gun； he puts the big gun right there in her face； just maybe an inch or two from her face。
She says oh…my…god…oh…my…god； and he says you're…one…of the…rat…people； and Holly is sure the guy will now throw the gun aside and laugh； and everyone playing dead people will get up and laugh； too； and the manager will e out and take bows for the Halloween performance； except it isn't Halloween。 Then the guy pulls the trigger； chuda…chudachuda…chuda…chuda； and the red…haired girl dissolves。 Holly eels around and heads back the way she came； moving so fast； trying to get away from him before he sees her； because he's crazy； that's what he is； he's a crazyman。 Holly is splashing through the same spilled food and drinks that she splashed through before； past the little girl in the pink dress and right through the girl's blood； praying the crazyman can't hear her scuttling away from him。
CHUDA…CHUDA…CHUDA…CHUDA…CHUDACHUDA！ But he must be shooting the other direction； because no bullets are smashing into anything around her； so she keeps going； right across a dead man with his insides ing out； hearing sirens now； sirens wailing outside； the cops'll get this crazyman。 Then she hears a crash behind her； a table being overturned； and it sounds so close； she looks back； she sees him； the crazyman； he's ing straight toward her； pushing tables out of his way； kicking aside chairs； he sees her。 She clambers over another dead woman and then she's in a corner； on top of a dead man who's slumped in the corner； she's in the lap of the dead man； in the arms of the dead man and no way to get out of there because the crazyman is ing。 The crazyman looks so scary； so bad and scary； that she can't watch him ing； doesn't want to see the gun in her face the way the red…haired girl saw it； so she turns her head away； turns her face to the dead man She woke from the dream as she had never awakened from another； not screaming； not even with an unvoiced cry caught in her throat； but gagging。 She was curled into a tight ball； hugging herself； dry…heaving； choking not on anything she had eaten but on sheer throat…clogging repulsion。
Jim was turned away from her； lying on his side。 His knees were drawn up slightly in a modified fetal position。 He was still sound asleep。
When she could get her breath； she sat up。 She was not merely shaking； she was rattling。 She was convinced she could hear her bones clattering against one another。
She was glad that she had not eaten anything after the doughnuts last evening。 They had passed through her stomach hours ago。 If she had eaten anything else； she'd be wearing it now。
She hunched forward and put her face in her hands。 She sat like that until the rattling quieted to a shudder and the shudder faded to spasms of shivering。
When she raised her face from her hands； the first thing she noticed was daylight at the narrow windows of the high room。 It was opalescent graypink； a weak glow rather than a sunny…blue glare； but daylight nonetheless。
Seeing it； she realized that she had not been convinced she would ever see daylight again。
She looked at her wristwatch。 6：10。 Dawn must have broken only a short while ago。 She could have been asleep only two to two and a half hours。
It had been worse than no sleep at all； she did not feel in the least rested。
The dream。 She suspected that The Friend had used its telepathic power to push her down into sleep against her will。 And because of the unusually intense nature of the nightmare； she was convinced it had sent her that gruesome reel of mind…film。
But why？ Jim murmured and stirred； then grew still again； breathing deeply but quietly。 His dream must not be the same one she'd had； if it was； he would be writhing and crying out like a man on the rack。
She sat for a while； considering the dream； wondering if she had been shown a prophetic vision。 Was The Friend warning her that she was going to wind up in a Dixie Duck Burger Palace scrambling for her life through food and blood； stalked by a raving maniac with an automatic carbine？ She had never even heard of Dixie Duck； and she couldn't imagine a more ludicrous place to die。
She was living in a society where the streets were crawling with casualties of the drug wars； some of them so brain…blas