Zack Brown

Just Can't Die

CARTER COULD STILL HEAR the screams and gunshots echoing out from the fiery valley behind him and his crew. The last week had been filled with the same screams of terror and sharp cracks of any gun the terrified could get their hands on. The wind had vanished almost altogether, the autumn trees frozen in time and any flag not ripped from its base was flat as a sheet of paper. Yet somehow, the stench of death and those awful sounds still carried over the mountains.