I don’t think we’re quite there yet.”Īnd what did he mean by that? Where were they? As far as Red knew, they were just awkwardly flirting, neither of them very good at it, and in a few months he’d move on with his life, like everyone else. “I was going to cover my eyes and call out before I got close, by the way,” he said, like it was impor tant she knew that. He pushed his glasses up his nose, a sudden awkwardness in the movement of his arms. “He’s having a great time, skulking through the trees, watching girls pee.”Īrthur snorted. “Well, I hope he’s having a good evening,” Arthur said as they finally met on the road, turning on his heels to walk back together. “Oh, yeah I was,” she said, panicking and quickly double-checking that she’d done up her fly before Arthur could see. She lurched for her phone and held it up, the flashlight her weapon against the night. 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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