#Chapter14 CROATOAN

A long moment passed as Sam struggled to catch her breath. Elias sat quietly with the rifle between his legs. Outside, the rain hammered down relentlessly.

Finally Elias asked “Are you alright?”

“Is it dead?”

“Yeah.”

Still struggling to speak in an even tone, Sam said “How? I shot it—her… I shot her again and again and—”

“Silver.” Elias said. “Silver’s the only thing that works.”

Sam fell silent once again, attempting to process what had happened, but she felt removed; outside of herself, like someone observing events on a TV screen or watching theatre actors on a stage. There was just no way any of this was...