Her legs shook as she straightened, pulling her underwear and jeans back up, fastening the button and zipper in a hurry. But it didn’t matter because she was finished. It was just a rat, or a bat, or a raccoon, or maybe a vampire. The only people were the ones she knew of, behind her on the scrubland. No, the worst way to die must be suffocating, no, no, actually, the worst was on your knees, two shots to the back of the-all right, all right, let’s finish up here. Mid–squat-pissing behind a tree while Maddy’s axe-murderer charged at her from the front. “Hello?” Red called, her voice hollow, her eyes alive, sorting through shadows. In the following passage, some teens gone camping realize they may be farther from civilization than they thought when a flat tire strands them in a creepy locale. The following is an exclusive excerpt from Five Survive, by Holly Jackson, a whip-smart new YA thriller with tons of humor and plenty to say.
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