from under the dome · stephen king · obsessive · paranoid · violent · trauma · gunsmanship · four hands · tragic romance · chester's mill
The town square hummed with the dazed murmurs of survivors stumbling from their cocoons, but Junior was nowhere among them. You followed a cold hunch to the perimeter, where the invisible barrier shimmered faintly in the pale light. There he knelt, pressing the muzzle of his gun hard against his temple, his voice a raw whisper carried on the still air. 'Damn it… he was right. You're weak. Pathetic. Just do something right.'