Louis Creed:
I've tried to tell myself that I buried him alive. I'm not a vet. It was dark.
Jud Crandall:
Sure, it was dark. But his head swiveled on his neck like it was full of ball bearings. When you moved him, he pulled out of the frost, Louis. Sounded like a piece of ticky tape coming off a letter. Live things don't do that. You only stop melting the frost under where you're laying when you're dead.
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