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〃I don't know；〃 she said。 She had a low； raspy； petent voice。 〃But it feels right in my hand。〃 She looked him over closely； and her eye was cold。 〃Jim Grondin； isn't it？ Didn't I have you in school？〃
Jim's lips stretched in an uneasy egg…suck grin。 〃Yes'm。 Me and my sister Pauline。〃
〃Too much to drink last night？〃
Jim； who towered over her and probably outweighed her by one hundred pounds； blushed to the roots of his American Legion crewcut。 〃Aw； no…〃
She turned away curtly； cutting him off。 〃I think we're ready；〃 she said。
All of us had something； although you would have called it an odd assortment of weapons。 Ollie had Amanda's gun； Buddy Eagleton had a steel pinchbar from out back somewhere。 I had a broom handle。
〃Okay；〃 Dan Miller said； raising his voice a bit。 〃You folks want to listen up a minute？〃
A dozen people had drifted down toward the OUT door
to see what was going on。 They were loosely knotted； and to their right stood Mrs。 Carmody and her new friends。
〃We're going over to the drugstore to see what the situation is there。 Hopefully； we'll be able to bring something back to aid Mrs。 Clapham。〃 She was the lady who had been trampled yesterday； when the bugs came。 One of her legs had been broken and she was in a great deal of pain。
Miller looked us over。 〃We're not going to take any chances；〃 he said。 〃At the first sign of anything threatening； we're going to pop back into the market…〃
〃And bring all the fiends of hell down on our heads！〃 Mrs。 Carmody cried。
〃She's right！〃 one of the summer ladies seconded。 〃You'll make them notice us！ You'll make them e！ Why can't you just leave well enough alone？〃
There was a murmur of agreement from some of the people who had gathered to watch us go。
I said； 〃Lady； is this what you call well enough ？〃
She dropped her eyes； confused。
Mrs。 Carmody marched a step forward。 Her eyes were blazing。 〃You'll die out there； David Drayton！ Do you want to make your son an orphan ？〃 She raised her eyes and raked all of us with them。 Buddy Eagleton dropped his eyes and simultaneously raised the pinchbar； as if to ward her off。
〃All of you will die out there！ Haven't you realized that the end of the world has e？ The Fiend has been let loose！ Star Wormwood blazes and each one of you that steps out that door will be torn apart！ And they'll e for those of us who are left； just as this good woman said！ Are you people going to let that happen ？〃 She was appealing to the onlookers now； and a little mutter ran through them。 〃After what happened to the unbelievers yesterday？ it's death！ It's death！ It's…〃
A can of peas flew across two of the checkout lanes suddenly and struck Mrs。 Carmody on the right breast。 She staggered backward with a startled squawk。
Amanda stood forward。 〃Shut up；〃 she said。 〃Shut up； you miserable buzzard。〃
〃She serves the Foul One！〃 Mrs。 Carmody screamed。 A jittery smile hung on her face。 〃Who did you sleep with last night； missus？ Who did you lie down with last night？ Mother Carmody sees； oh yes； Mother Carmody sees what others miss。〃
But the moment's spell she had created was broken； and Amanda's eyes never wavered。
〃Are we going or are we going to stand here all day？〃 Mrs。 Reppler asked。
And we went。 God help us； we went。
Dan Miller was in the lead。 Ollie came second； I was last； with Mrs。 Reppler in front of me。 I was as scared as I've ever been； I think； and the hand wrapped around my broom handle was sweaty…slick。
There was that thin； acrid； and unnatural smell of the mist。 By the time I got out the door； Miller and Ollie had already faded into it； and Hatlen； who was third； was nearly out of sight。
Only twenty feet； I kept telling myself。 Only twenty feet。
Mrs。 Reppler walked slowly and firmly ahead of me； her tennis racket swinging lightly from her right hand。 To our left was a red cinderblock wall。 To our right the first rank of cars； looming out of the the mist like ghost ships。 Another trash barrel materialized out of the whiteness； and beyond that was a bench where people sometimes sat to wait their turn at the pay phone。 Only twenty feet； Miller's probably the〃 by now； twenty feet is only ten or twelve paces； so
〃Oh my God！〃 Miller screamed。 〃Oh dear sweet God； look at this！〃
Miller had gotten there； all right。
Buddy Eagleton was ahead of Mrs。 Reppler and he turned to run； his eyes wide and stary。 She batted him lightly in the chest with her tennis racket。 〃Where do you thing you're going？〃 she asked in her tough； slightly raspy voice； and that was all the panic there was。
The rest of us drew up to Miller。 I took one glance back over my shoulder and saw that the Federal had been swallowed up by the mist。 The red cinderblock wall faded to a thin wash pink and then disappeared utterly； probably five feet on the Bridgton Pharmacy side of the OUT door。 I felt more isolated； more simply alone； than ever in my life。 It was as if I had lost the womb。
The pharmacy had been the scene of a slaughter。
Miller and I； of course； were very close to it…almost on top of it。 All the things in the mist operated primarily by sense of smell。 It stood to reason。 Sight would have been almost pletely useless to them。 Hearing a little better； but as I've said； the mist had a way of screwing Up the acoustics； making things that were close sound distant and … sometimes … things that were far away sound close。 The things in the mist followed their truest sense。 They followed their noses。
Those of us in the market had been saved by the power outage as much as by anything else。 The electric…eye doors wouldn't operate。 In a sense； the market had been scaled up when the mist came。 But the pharmacy doors 。。。 they had been chocked open。 The power failure had killed their air conditioning and they had opened the doors to let in the breeze。 Only something else had e in as well。
A man in a maroon T…shirt lay facedown in the doorway。 Or at first I thought his T…shirt was maroon； then I saw a few white patches at the bottom and understood that once it had been all white。 The maroon was dried blood。 And there was something else wrong with him。 I puzzled it over in my mind。 Even when Buddy Eagleton turned around and was noisily sick； it didn't e immediately。 I guess when something that 。。。 that final happens to someone； your mind rejects it at first…unless maybe you're in a war。
His head was gone； that's what it was。 His legs were splayed out inside the pharmacy doors； and his head should have been hanging over the low step。 But his head just wasn't。
Jim Grondin had had enough。 He turned away； his hands over his mouth； his bloodshot eyes gazing madly into mine。 Then he stumbled …staggered back toward the market。
The others took no notice。 Miller had stepped inside。 Mike Hatlen followed。 Mrs。 Reppler stationed herself at one side of the double doors with her tennis racket。 Ollie stood on the other side with Amanda's gun drawn and pointing at the pavement。
He said quietly； 〃I seem to be running out of hope； David。〃
Buddy Eagleton was leaning weakly against the pay…phone stall like someone who has just gotten bad news from home。 His broad shoulders shook with the force of his sobs。
〃Don't count us out yet；〃 I said to Ollie。 I stepped up to the door。 I didn't want to go inside； but I had promised my son a ic book。
The Bridgton Pharmacy was a crazy shambles。 Paperbacks and magazines were everywhere。 There was a Spiderman ic and an Incredible Hulk almost at my feet； and without thinking； I picked them up and jammed them into my back pocket for Billy。 Bottles and boxes lay in the aisles。 A hand hung over one of the racks。
Unreality washed over me。 The wreckage 。。。 the carnage…that was bad enough。 But the place also looked like it had been the scene of some crazy party。 It was hung and festooned with what I at first took to be streamers。 But they weren't broad and flat； they were more like very thick strings or very thin cables。 It struck me that they were almost the same bright white as the mist itself； and a cold chill sketched its way up my back like frost。 Not crepe。
What？ Magazines and books hung dangling in the air from some of them。
Mike Hatlen was prodding a strange black thing with one foot。 it was long and bristly。 〃What the fuck is this？〃 he asked no one in particular。
And suddenly I knew。 I knew what had killed all those unlucky enough to be in the pharmacy when the mist came。 The people who had been unlucky enough to get smelled out。 Out…
〃Out；〃 I said。 My throat was pletely dry； and the word came out like a lint…covered bullet。 〃Get out of here。〃
Ollie looked at me。 〃David …〃
〃They're spiderwebs；〃 I said。 And then two screams came out of the mist。 The first of fear； maybe。 The second of pain。 It was Jim。 If there were dues to be paid； he was paying them。
〃Get out！ 〃 I shouted at Mike and Dan Miller。
Then something looped out of the mist。 It was impossible to see it against that white background； but I could hear it。 It sounded like a bullwhip that had been halfheartedly flicked。 And I could see it when it twisted around the thigh of Buddy Eagleton's jeans。
He screamed and grabbed for the first thing handy； which happened to be the telephone。 The handset flew the length of its cord and then swung back and forth。 〃Oh Jesus that HURTS！〃 Buddy screamed。
Ollie grabbed for him； and I saw what was happening。 At the same instant I understood why the head of the man in the doorway was missing。 The thin white cable that had twisted around Buddy's leg like a silk rope was sinking into his flesh。 That leg of his jeans had been neatly cut off and was sliding down his leg。 A neat； circular incision in his flesh was brimming blood as the cable went deeper。
Ollie pulled him hard。 There was a thin snapping sound and Buddy was free。 His lips had gone blue with shock。
Mike and Dan were ing； but too slowly。 Then Dan ran into several hanging threads and got stuck； exactly like a bug on flypaper。 He freed himself with a tremendous jerk； leaving a flap of his shirt hanging from the webbing。
Suddenly the air was full of those languorous bullwhip cracks； and the thin white cables were drifting down all around us。 They were coated with the same corrosive substance。 I dodged two of them； more by luck than by skill。 One landed at my feet and I could hear a faint hiss of bubbling hottop。 Another floated out of the air and Mrs。 Reppler calmly swung her tennis racket at it。 The thread stuck fast； and I heard a high…pitched twing！ twing！ twing！ as the corrosive ate through the racket's strings and snapped them。 It sounded like someone rapidly plucking the strings of a violin。 A moment later a thread wrapped around the upper handle of the racket and it was jerked into the mist。
〃Get back！ 〃 Ollie screamed。
We got moving。 Ollie had an arm around Buddy。 Dan Miller and Mike Hatlen were on each side of Mrs。 Reppler。 The white strands of web continued to drift out of the fog； impossible to see unless your eye could pick them out against the red cinderblock background。
One of them wrapped around Mike Hatlen's left arm。 Another whipped around his neck in a series of quick winding…up snaps。 His jugular went in a jetting； jumping explosion and he was dragged away； head lolling。 One of his Bass loafers fell off and lay there on its side。
Buddy suddenly slumped forward； almost dragging Ollie to his knees。 〃He's passed out； David。 Help me。〃
I grabbed Buddy around the waist and we… pulled him along in a clumsy； stumbling fashion。 Even in unconsciousness； Buddy kept his grip on his steel pinchbar。 The leg that the strand of web had wrapped around hung away from his body at a terrible angle。
Mrs。 Reppler had turned around。 〃Ware！〃 she screamed in her rusty voice。 〃Ware behind you！ 〃
As I started to turn； one of the web…strands floated down on top of Dan Miller's head。 His hands beat at it； tore at it。
One of the spiders had e out of the mist from behind us。 it was the size of a big dog。 It was black with yellow piping。 Racing stripes； I thought crazily。 Its eyes were reddish…purple； like pomegranates。 it strutted busily toward us on what might have been as many as twelve or fourteen many…jointed legs…it was no ordinary earthly spider blown up to horror…movie size； it was something