Nothing else moved in the wind, no animals or birds--not that there were many even at the best of times. The clouds swirled and scudded in the sky, thunder rumbling and occasional sheets of lightning strobing through the shadows. The voices paced him, all but Jimmy, who still hadn't returned. Sinsemilla just hoped he wasn't too badly lost.
"Mister Maori," Kurt snarled. "Nero. And the worst bit is that when he finally got her, it was an accident. He fucking tripped and that was what actually got through. Then he just hung out and watched her die before he left." Kurt, not being the most observant one of the bunch, hadn't understood at all the weirdness going through Nero's head at that moment, nor his instant realization that he'd screwed up big-time.
They were drawing ever nearer the Swamp--they were much closer to it this time than they'd been coming through Old Echo. It wouldn't be long now before they found Tanya, who could at least send for Jary if not Azarael. And who could take care of Sharley meanwhile, wash away all that blood and leave her at least presentable, even with that horrible chest wound. At least she wouldn't look like...well, like some of the zombies.