“Miller, run!” she shouted. But it was too late. Bodies funnelled into the canyon behind Miller, bunched so close together that they almost moved like liquid; men and women scurrying over one another as they advanced rapidly down the enclosed canyon. Their clothes were torn rags. Many of them were half-naked. They were not friendly. They were like the woman who had attacked Lexi on top of the Helter-Skelter. Dead people.
