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wagon at a distance of half a
mile. A swarm of rodents scurried along the sides of the chariot.
Flowers withered and grass died near the Doom Wagon as it rolled
by.
    “ Do you think those rats
caused the plague?” Angelique asked.
    “ Be quiet! They might hear
us! Let’s get inside the house!” Dr. Stine said.
    Dr. Stine, Angelique, and
Razor ran across the front yard, scampered onto the front porch,
pushed their way into the foyer, and watched from the front door.
Dr. Stine told Angelique and Razor that the naked oaf was Lefty and
the one in the suit was Righty. Angelique bit her tongue so she
wouldn’t laugh out loud. Then she gasped when Razor’s tongue
tickled her ankle. She picked him up and hugged him.
    Paralysis seized Dr. Stine
and Angelique when the man stopped running, stood in the middle of
the dirt road, and gasped for air. Lefty pointed at him and exhaled
a high-pitched scream. The sheer volume of the scream caused
countless birds to take flight from the limbs of nearby trees.
Deer, rabbits, raccoons, and squirrels emerged from the foliage and
darted for cover. All of the windows in the abandoned house
shattered.
    “ Please don’t kill me,
Reverend Stark! I’m begging for mercy!” the man said.
    Reverend Stark ignored his
plea. He pointed at the man and laughed. The priest’s hands pulled
his robe apart, revealing a large split where the garment covered
his chest and stomach. More rats emerged from the gash, dropped to
the floor of the chariot, and scurried over the sides of the wagon.
The rodents flocked across the dirt road, climbed the man’s legs,
and covered his entire body in less than ten seconds. The man
collapsed to the road. He kicked his arms and legs while the rats
nibbled on his skin and ripped his clothes. Pink tails thrashed,
sharp claws ripped cloth, and filthy teeth dived into flesh to
deliver the plague. In the nearby woods, Sarah wept and curled into
a fetal position.
    “ Do something, Dr. Stine!
We should help them!” Angelique said.
    “ There’s nothing we can do.
I’m not strong enough to fight him,” Dr. Stine said.
    Reverend Stark reached for
a gold chain, which dangled around his neck. An amulet glowed on
the chain. Dr. Stine realized the amulet was shaped like a
pentagram. When the amulet stopped glowing, Reverend Stark exhaled
a loud, crisp whistle. The rats flocked away from the man’s corpse.
Blood oozed from lacerations on his skin while his torn clothes
fluttered in a strong gust of wind. Sarah emerged from the woods,
ran toward the man’s body, and cradled his head in the cupped palms
of her hands.
    “ You killed my father, you
bastard!” Sarah screamed. Saliva and phlegm burst from her puckered
lips and landed a few inches away from Lefty’s right foot. The oaf
giggled.
    Reverend Stark exhaled a
roar of deep laughter. Lefty guffawed so hard that a couple of his
stitches ruptured along the Y-shaped zipper of his incision. The
long fingernails of his green, left hand shoved his decayed
intestines back into his abdomen. Righty shook his left index
finger at Sarah, as if to discipline her. Then he opened his mouth
extremely wide. His jaw popped and snapped while a swarm of giant
maggots surged from his esophagus and dropped to the dirt road.
They inched across the road and swarmed across green grass and
fallen leaves. Sarah tried to run, but the huge maggots surrounded
her. She held her hands in front of her face and begged for someone
to help her. One of the maggots wrapped around her upper torso and
squeezed the breath out of her. Another maggot wiggled between her
lips, forced itself down her throat, and constricted her trachea.
She moaned and twitched while her fingernails clawed at thick grass
and wet soil. Angelique buried her face against Dr. Stine’s chest.
After Sarah stopped moving, Razor whimpered and groveled against
Dr. Stine’s legs.
    “ There’s nothing we
could’ve done to save them,” Dr. Stine said.
    “ It’s so horrible! What
could