I should know the way out, I should sense the path that will lead us to the edge of the woods. But I can’t tell north from south or light from dark, the stars and the sky smeared out by the trees. If I was as clever as my grandmother, as sharp as most of the Walkers in my family, I could squeeze my eyes closed and feel the direction of the wind, the hiss of the river in the distance. But instead I feel dull and muted. The forest is hiding the way free, shifting around us—it doesn’t want us to leave.

Lin starts pacing along the old creek bed, his shadow bent at the shoulders. “We never should have come in here,” he repeats. “It was a dumb idea.”

“If Oliver was really hiding in here, we had to find him,” Rhett reminds the others. “We had to be sure.” I can tell they’ve all sobered up. Whatever stupid plan they made back at camp when they were drinking, whatever they thought they’d find by trekking into the Wicker Woods, is all starting to fall apart.

“She probably never found Oliver in these woods anyway,” Jasper says. “She made it all up.”

I shoot Jasper a look but he doesn’t notice. “I didn’t make it up.”

“Did you ever see him?” Rhett asks, peering at Suzy.

But Suzy shakes her head. “No.”

I turn to her, standing only a foot away from me, and I feel the corners of my mouth turn down. “When you came back to my house, drunk, after the bonfire, he was there in the living room with me.”

She lifts one shoulder. “I don’t really remember that night,” she admits. “I don’t remember coming back to your house, just waking up on the couch.”

I shake my head at her. I didn’t make him up! I want to scream.

“Walkers can’t be trusted,” Jasper points out. “You’re all liars.”

I lift my gaze to him and take a step closer. I’m going to wrap my hands around his throat. I’m going to push all the air from his lungs to make him shut up. I can’t stand the sound of his voice. I can’t stand any of them.

But Suzy touches my arm, and when I look at her, she shakes her head. “Leave it,” she whispers.

I pull my arm away from her. She’s lying about Oliver—about not seeing him. To protect herself maybe. But I don’t know why.

Lin has stopped pacing, but he knits his hands together nervously, his skin gone pale. “We’re going to die out here.”

Rhett barks at Lin. “Don’t be an idiot. We’re not going to die.”