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"This is for you, Moh the Ri those ould mob me But as I peered out of the Ender barracks I knew that wasn’t going to be the case

"I’ to end up worm food," I h the hfare, their eyes lit with a seriously unhealthy pink glow, like a wicked case of pink eye run rampant If only it was that simple

There was no backdoor out of the barracks, which meant if they saw me in the doorway I really was screwed And then it hitrabbed a helmet, and tucked my hair up into it, then wrapped the lower part of my face with a piece of dark brownonly h, they would see it was old, the other green But I didn’t think they’d look close enough Or at least, I was hoping they wouldn’t

Moving swiftly, I strode out of the barracks with aspast the first few people with no problem They never even turned their heads my way Not even a blink My heart raced, like a herd of wild horses spooked by a thunderstorm, yet I kept my pace even

"Who the hell are you?"

I kneas Snap, knew I didn’t have a choice I swung toward hih his neck His head rolled to the side, eyes and ht went out in him

Around me, the people turned as a unit

"Hello, little Larkspur" They all spoke, but not clearly together e echo of one voice I couldn’t kill the I had a siht ive Cassava what she wanted

"I’ field?"

The people all threw their heads back, laughter spilling out of their tortured bodies, wor down their faces Tears prickled my eyes These were our people, our fahter abruptly stopped and every single head snapped my way "Come then, little Larkspur Letthe butt of the spear in the ground, I e and anxiety curled through me Flanked on all sides, there was no way I could run now Why didn’t Cassava just have them mob me?

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