On good days, all but the most sensitive kids coulddeal with it now. They had figured out the dead kid wasn't interested in eating theirbrains or anyt...ing like the zombies in the movies, and so they carried onlike everything was normal. But not on bad days, and today was the worstyet.On bad days, it was a walking reminder that all things rot, which mightbe a good lesson in theory, but difficult for a bunch of kids to dealwith in practice. Bits kept falling off it, and the dead kid would. The shapes in that dark world that would form shadows in your mind as they hunted you, always hunting. No rest, no sleep. The fingers on your flesh with their claws. Their cruelty. Their pure terror. She had no sleep in all those weeks. With Katie gone the students and teachers all turned back on her and the past survivors. They were licked, probed and fucked in so many ways and always present where the screams from The Pit. The screams to remind them they could always be in a worse place.. When I went off to pee Connie and LIz were quite absorbed with one another. Neither had yet given me any signal, at least one I recognized, that could be considered an entrée to some "fooling around" much less anything more intimate. I supposed (wildly off the mark) that by their mutual presence each cancelled out any inebriated impulse of the other in that direction. It came to me that I had been fantasizing anyway; why would or should there be any signal or possibility?Things changed when I. " Sure," she said, "You spunk in me you go to jail!" "You have such a wonderful way with words," I assured her as I took her in my arms, "You fucked every one of my friends, why you're just a whore," I assured her, "Guess I'll use a rubber."I never got the chance, a Big Ford truck rumbled to a halt and a couple of rednecks piled out, “Hey you got that whore in there?" a big guy asked.“No just my girl," I replied “Tell her we’ll pay fifty dollars," he said.“Each," the other guy added.Im looked.