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Nevaeh McInnis: and he gets ets quiet

Nevaeh McInnis: hes tired all the time

Amy Sullivan: Then you have to let me talk to him

Nevaeh McInnis: hes in bed

Amy Sullivan: I just need his e- pause without a response This was the point where any caution young Nevaeh had developed about strangers on the Internet should have triggered her alarirl on the other end, al her laptop and curling up in bed Then she i to wake hi the police

Finally, the chatblinked to life again, and an e- up the e-mail that had the attached for it to the personal e-ns of infection detected" The body of Amy’s e-mail was concise and to the point:

Read this The boy you shot was not a zombie The people inside the quarantine are not infected They are people They are American citizens You have been lied to

There were awith this--it could wind up in his spa before going on duty, he ht diso with it

All right What next? After the drones, the other layer of security around the fence was the unht up the bank of video screens, which she had figured out were feeds fro on outside the fence, a series of static scenes tinged night-vision green She spent the next half hour poking around, trying to figure out how the guns worked They were called Gladiators (long name: Gladiator Tactical Unines that both turned the wheels when they needed to enerators to keep themselves powered up Just as with the aerial drone, she hit a brick hen she tried to find an application that would let her actually control one of the one over and just rolling it around the fence, going on a robot shooting spree and taking out all of the others But, again, she wasn’t thinking--those machines were military, the room she was in was REPER And no ure out as operating the frustrated at this point, but she knew that wouldn’t help This was a system, one set up by people, and it had flaws What was the flaw here?

Diesel

The Gladiators (or TUGVs or whatever) needed fuel and that meant they needed people to fuel them Even if the hu job had to be done by people here, on the ground, operating out of this very building Which meant that there had to be souns so they wouldn’t get shot when they approached theas cans She just needed to find it And she would

Froainst floor

Soto her feet She couldn’t panic She had a door on the opposite side of the rooh Where it led, she didn’t know, but she would get there as fast as her feet could carry her

Molly ran over and faced the door standing between the continued When it stopped, what replaced it was the sound of sostepping across the shards that had crashed out of the machine when Amy tipped it over

Amy ran for the opposite door and cranked open the dead bolt Molly did not move from her spot Amy was about to call to her when she heard--

"Who’s there?"

A tiny voice, from the rooirl, and Aht that Nevaeh McInnis had somehow teleported in from Nevada

The little voice said, "Can you unlock the door? Hello?"

Amy cautiously made her way over and said, "Who’s there?"

The voice answered, but Amy couldn’t hear Then, louder, it said, "What’s your nairl?"

"I’ht"

"Who’s with you?"

"It’s just lanced back at Molly, who looked as skeptical as a dog can look

Amy unlocked the door, and opened it just a crack "Uh, hello Who are you?"

The little voice said, "Anna"

2 Hours Until the Aerial Boed my head on thecrank on the Caddie’s door I anticipated the thunder of gunfire and the sound of lead punching holes in the Cadillac’s door panels Then I realized I rossly underestiuns The twin barrels on that turret looked big enough to put my thumb into, ready to fire bullets that would effortlessly pierce the thin metal of the Cadillac’s door panels, a h uns did not fire

John screaot ’eether and turn us into Swiss ed --the greenthe Cadillac between us and the gun--not that there wasn’t another, identical gun on the other side--and ran We hurdled the concrete barrier and there, in front of us, were the woods Beyond it, a convenience store bathroorave; vu

Only there were no soldiers chasing us now No, now there was a crowd of ar rifles and uns and drawing down on us And, unlike the National Guardsanized early hours of the crisis, here were people who knehat a breach in that fencehole we’d torn in the fence Red ju out at the outside world, as if a hole had suddenly been ripped open in the sky

And then I saw the gathering crowd, onlookers on the other side of the fence--every one of them armed--with the exact same expression on their face Two sides of aon both sides

The fence was broken

The sentry guns were not working

Everything had changed

Shots were fired We plunged into the darkness of the trees, we scraed fro that BB’s is even still there …

It was And this tiical shitter door spat us out, as long as it wasn’t here If the door wasn’t working, if the network of interdimensional wormholes or whatever they were had been shut down by the shadowy fuckers in charge of all of this, then ere dead We would be torn apart by the mob

We tuunshot punched a hole in the door right as the door did its thing and then, ere tu sensation The whole world turned, like ere on an amusement park ride I fell on top of John, both of us suddenly flat on our backs The door that had been in front of us was now on top of us, ere looking up at it I got a leg untangled fro up at an overcast sky I pulled round, like a va frolass covered the grass aroundabove e hole in the wall, the debris of which was scattered all around me We had teleported less than half a mile away We were alone for the moment, but could hear the shouts of the le" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>