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That white devil spoke Chinese. That was the worst part of it, really. He'd wormed his way into Bo's mind, taken something that had been just between them and spilled it out in front of everyone. And his words made her skin crawl in the worst way.
Lisa. She was all she could think about. All alone in the store, waiting up for them to get home. And if that walking corpse that looked and sounded like Bo came knocking, she knew she wouldn't hesitate to let him in.
It was as if she had tunnel vision, almost. She could hear the others trying to talk to her, bring her down from her rising fury, but their voices were muffled. Practically shaking with rage, she popped open a wine bottle and stuffed a rag in it. Lisa.... my Bo....
The words of their song echoed through the walls. I picked poor Robin clean, picked poor Robin clean, I picked his head, I picked his feet, I woulda picked his body but it wasn't fit to eat....
She couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes blurred with tears, the words finally came out of her mouth: "COME ON IN, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!"
She knew she wasn't going to survive this. But at the very least, they wouldn't go into town. Lisa would live. Her hands shaking, she flicked open Bo's lighter and lit the rag. Armed with a stake and her makeshift Molotov cocktail, she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. She breathed hard and fast.
The doors swung open, and there they were. They were human, but not- their eyes glowed, they seemed to move in sync. And her husband was among them. She threw the Molotov cocktail, and, as if on instinct, that white devil threw it to the side!
Almost immediately, she went to Bo. Even now, as he was in this state, she wasn't sure if she wanted to kill him, or fling her arms around him and tell him she loved him, and that she was sorry...
A white-hot pain crept up her body. That sickly sweet smell of burning flesh filled her nostrils. She looked her husband in his eyes, that man she'd known since they were kids- was he still in there?
The pain got more and more intense, leaving her no choice but to scream, a scream that seemed to come from deep inside her. And suddenly, she was no longer in that sawmill- she saw herself as a little girl running through the streets with Bo, their first kiss, their wedding, her holding baby Lisa in her arms. "Ain't she beautiful?" she'd said that day.
I'm so sorry, Lisa, she thought now. I hope you’ll forgive me one day.
And all of a sudden, the pain was gone. She was standing there, with Bo, on the riverbank. "Hey, baby," he said. His voice was softer, friendlier, more like the Bo she knew and loved.
She looked up at him. "Bo?"
He smiled and took her hands in his. "Everything gon' be alright from here on out. I promise."