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But it did

I didn’t have uards who’d been locked in with us when USAMRIID decided to close the doors finally shook off her shock, drawing her oeapon and advancing on the standing sleepwalker

"Put your hands up and stay where you are," she commanded, her words barely audible above the roar of the sirens and the pounding of the druh to catch the sleepwalker’s attention His head swiveled slowly toward her, and the rest of his body followed suit Each movement seemed to take an eon, but he had fully turned before she could take another two steps Hehis teeth at her Blood and strands of flesh coated theuard was s her drawn pistol against the heel of her free hand for stability "Do not move," she said, more loudly than before

Too loudly In the chaos, no one had been paying much attention to the sleepwalkers ere still bound, preferring to focus on the immediate threats presented by Ms Lawrence and the bloody-faced htedness of this approach was made horribly apparent as two more of the supposedly secure patients abruptly sat up on their cots One of theuard

She didn’t even have time to scream before her throat was crushed But I had time to screa and loud It was enough to carry over both the sirens and the pounding of the drums

Every head in the room turned toward me The three sleepwalkers ere currently free of their restraints repeated the bloodytheir heads like they hadn’t figured out hoork theain I couldn’t think of anything else to do

"Sally!" shouted Joyce frolanced in her direction Her wide, terrified eyes stood out even in the red-washed rooer than she really was She couldn’t save me She knew it, and as I looked into her face, so did I

"Sal!" bellowed our father, and began wading through the tethered sleepwalkers, kicking and shoving their cots out of the way I wanted to tell him not to do that; I wanted to point out that if three of them had already broken loose--four, if you counted Ms Lawrence But there were no words left in

Then the sleepwalkers, all three of the to have an alness as the dru inThere was an air of unreality to the whole scene, like I was dreaht

Then the hed, and moaned, "Sah-lee"

As with Chave before hi my name, like those two syllables had been ripped out of his throat He took a step forward, dead eyes re fixed on my face

"Sah-lee," he repeated

The other sleepwalkers took up the chant, each of the in unison That would almost have been better It wouldn’t have forced e how many of them there were Even the ones ere still strapped down joined in the horrible chorus, so so slowly they were barely comprehensible, while others sounded like nor and stared at the sleepwalkers My father was shouting somewhere in the roo syllables and the pounding of the drums Somehow, the drums were louder than the sirens and quieter than those broken, disconnected voices at the sa roup took another step towardless like moans and more like speech with every instant that passed He sounded… sad