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The Expedition to the pharmacy.
TherewasaSpidermancomicandanIncredibleHulkalmostatmyfeet,andwithoutthinking,IpickedthemupandjammedthemintomybackpocketforBilly.Bottlesandboxeslayintheaisles.Ahandhungoveroneoftheracks.
Unrealitywashedoverme.Thewreckage...thecarnage-thatwasbadenough.Buttheplacealsolookedlikeithadbeenthesceneofsomecrazyparty.ItwashungandfestoonedwithwhatIatfirsttooktobestreamers.Buttheyweren’tbroadandflat;theyweremorelikeverythickstringsorverythincables.Itstruckmethattheywerealmostthesamebrightwhiteasthemistitself,andacoldchillsketcheditswayupmybacklikefrost.Notcrepe.
What?Magazinesandbookshungdanglingintheairfromsomeofthem.
MikeHatlenwasproddingastrangeblackthingwithonefoot.Itwaslongandbristly."Whatthef*ckisthis?"heaskednooneinparticular.
AndsuddenlyIknew.Iknewwhathadkilledallthoseunluckyenoughtobeinthepharmacywhenthemistcame.Thepeoplewhohadbeenunluckyenoughtogetsmelledout.Out-
"Out,"Isaid.Mythroatwascompletelydry,andthewordcameoutlikealint-coveredbullet."Getoutofhere."
Ollielookedatme."David-"
"They’respiderwebs,"Isaid.Andthentwoscreamscameoutofthemist.Thefirstoffear,maybe.Thesecondofpain.ItwasJim.Iftherewereduestobepaid,hewaspayingthem.
"Getout!"IshoutedatMikeandDanMiller.
Thensomethingloopedoutofthemist.Itwasimpossibletoseeitagainstthatwhitebackground,butIcouldhearit.
