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Chaos Everyone&039;s running, crashing into each other, falling, screa Art in ht and the four-ar, partly because Logan has been killed, irl se to fall with Art on top of- he thinks this is a ga fro She topples over Flops about, then goes very still

I look away before I can focus on her face I don&039;t want to knoho she is Right noant to concentrate on the one thing thatout of here before theLook for the best way out It&039;s hard to tell I&039;m surrounded on all sides by panic I count two, three, four dead children - then stop I don&039;t want to know the nulish, as so afraid of death The beast&039;s fingers are buried in Dave&039;s sto fro its next victi ready to run again when I spot h Behind hi a sari Then a second dark-skinned man

The Indian woman curses when she sees the corpses Starts after theup, murder in her eyes

"Sharmila! No!" barks the first man He&039;s old He has a short beard and messy dark hair A shabby suit

"We must stop this!" the Indian woman shouts

"No," the man repeats, and I can tell by his tone that he&039;s accusto obeyed

"Master" the second man says uncertainly He has the darkest skin I&039;ve ever seen, as if his ht

"I know, Raz," the first man snaps "But we mustn&039;t kill him"

"The children," the Indian woman snarls "I will not stand by and let that demon murder all these children That would be ht, master," the black ru as we can We don&039;t want to be considered barbarians" He laughs then signals for the others to spread out "Work Cadaver back to theand force hiain later"

This sudden appearance and surreal conversation has astonishedfor safety The lish and is lolloping after a girl She&039;s racing fros are longer and it catches up with her in a couple of seconds Reaches out with its long, hairy fingers then recoils when the ground at its feet explodes upwards

The de round It spots the four huh the panel (or , as the lares at the in on it froht crackles froround explode, distracting the ht arm, hard It&039;s the first tiet such a shock, I drop him and collapse on my bum He lands with a heavy thud, rolls over, then crawls towards the deiant toy He&039;s so anxious to play with it, he bit me so I&039;d release him

"Art!" I yell "Come back! It&039;s"

The deives a loud, high-pitched whistle And then it&039;s running towards us, iister fear - then it&039;s on us It stoops, picks Art up with one hand, hisses like a nest of snakes