Jen Gibbs

"No, no the ground dropped out beneath us and dumped us into a ravine," Jen said, "that's where he hurt his arm."

She paused and looked at Mitch, but not really seeing him, her eyes unfocused.

"You saw it too?" she asked, "it was wearing her skin. Did you know that? It was wearing her skin."
She patted the barrel of the rifle that rested between her legs, pointed at the roof of the truck.

"I hurt it though, it was bleeding," she said, "And then we ran like hell."