Alice’s legs shook and gave out, throwing her face-first to the floor, rifle clattering away on the concrete. She twitched as nerves fired, but her muscles had seized like rusted farm equipment. She concentrated, forced herself onto her knees, the horizon rolling, gravity a lost concept. Thomasson lifted his head, burped a happy giggle, and stuck his thumbs in his eyes. As she watched, a scream locked inside her throat, he pulled them out and licked the bloody mess like lollypops.