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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmRachel lowered her head and began to cry.Louis stumbled over something and fell full-length on the ground. For a moment he didn’t think hewould be able to get up—getting up was far beyond him—he would simply lie here, listening to the chorus of peepers fromLittle God Swamp somewhere behind him and feeling the chorus of aches and pains inside his ownbody. He would lie here until he went to sleep. Or died. Probably the latter.57He could remember slipping the canvas bundle into the hole he had dug, and pushing most of the earthback into the hole with his bare hands. And he believed he could remember piling the rocks up, buildingfrom a broad base to a point.From then to now he remembered very little. He had obviously gotten back down the steps again or hewouldn’t be here, which was . . . where? Looking around, he thought he recognized one of the groves ofgreat old pines not far beyond the deadfall. Could he have made it all the way back through Little GodSwamp without knowing it? He supposed it was possible. Just.This is far enough. I'll just sleep here.But it was that thought, so falsely comforting, that got him to his feet and moving again. Because if hestayed here, that thing might find him. . . that thing might be in the woods and looking for him right thismoment.He scrubbed his hand up to his face, palm first, and was stupidly surprised to see blood on his hand. . . atsome point he’d given himself a nosebleed. “Who gives a fuck?” he muttered hoarsely and grubbedapathetically around him until he had found the pick and shovel again.Ten minutes later the deadfall loomed ahead. Louis climbed it, stumbling repeatedly but somehow notfalling until he was almost down. Then he glanced at his feet, a branch promptly snapped (don’t lookdown, Jud had said), another branch tumbled, spilling his foot outward, and he fell with a thud on hisside, the wind knocked out of him.I’ll be goddamned if this isn’t the second graveyard I’ve fallen into tonight. . . and I’ll be goddamned iftwo isn’t enough.He began to feel around for the pick and shovel again, and laid his hands on them at last. For a momenthe surveyed his surroundings, visible by starlight. Nearby was the grave of SMUCKY. He was obediant,file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (299 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:50 PM