Chapter 91

• “Give us a break!” Mark hissed, snapping up from the small fire, eyes wide and raw with new terror.
• The Scab Crawlers looked like a sick joke of a man and a centipede mashed together. Long, segmented bodies, each segment puckered with peeling, oozing scabs.
• Dozens of spindly legs drove them forward in a blur. Their heads lolled at wrong angles, mouths opening to reveal nests of writhing, fleshy tendrils that hungrily lashed the air.