Emmelineâ€™s throat was raw, and the acid stench of her own vomit steaming in the gutter made her retch again, without results. Angus stood off to the side smoking a cigarette and trying to look like he wasnâ€™t nervous. A few yards away, the thingâ€™s corpse was decomposing rapidly on the sun-dappled tarmac of the road.
â€œFirst timeâ€™s always the hardest,â€ said Angus, grinding out his fag with his boot heel.
Emmeline coughed a weak little laugh. â€œOh, thatâ€™s reassuring,â€ she said. â€œGreat news. Maybe after a while Iâ€™ll actually start to enjoy killing things.â€
â€œYou donâ€™t want that to happen,â€ said Angus, giving the corpse a wide berth as he walked toward her.
â€œOh? Why not?â€
Angus passed the rifle back to her. â€œHow dâ€™you think they got like that in the first place?â€