"That smell," Jo groaned.

The wind pushed the coppery stink and the guy's death sludge right at us, so we sped our pace to get through it faster. Our feet slapped against the ground and sprayed a fine mist up past the tops of my boots and over our clasped hands. This wasn't exactly my first Carrie audition, but Jo made small disgusted sounds while Darby stared straight ahead with cool indifference.

The closer we drew to the graveyard, the tighter my insides coiled. ...