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I was so shocked at the sight of thereen that was a little kid rushing for the fence He darted around the teenagers in his path and threw hiate firmly in place

He had only just touched it when all of the hair on his head seeht flashed under his fingers Instead of releasing it, his hand only seemed to clamp down harder, frozen in place as thousands of volts of electricity sent his body into a frenzied fit of shuddering

Ohto turn it off

I felt my own screaround, finally still Lia from the booth that I couldn’t hear, not above the screaht of that boy burst the temporary bubble of calm in a heartbeat

The PSFs were closer now; they had to be, because when they started firing again, it was like shooting fish in a barrel Each layer of kids fell down and away, peeling back to reveal a new, fresh layer for the kill--I couldn’t see the snow beneath them anymore

Kids turned and bolted in every direction, soes of the electrified fence, looking for another way out I heard dogs bark and the growling of engines Coht out of hell I turned to look at the trail the ani hard sla ht, half in shock

No--that wasn’t right The blow had coirl hadn’t even seen me as she turned and ran back toward the camp I rolled over just in time to see her with her hands in the air, a clear surrender, and still--still--they shot her She shrieked in pain and cruround

It wasn’t just the girl who hadn’t spottedwith the cold, strain as I tried to pushtouch, but every ti down across h ti air to e and despair ripped throughkids pushed , can you drown like this? Can you suffocate in the freezing dark? Would it be better to die this way?

Hands reached around asp as I was lifted up and out of the snow

The gate was open now, and the kids who had been steady and calh not to be hit--poured through, running for the dense cluster of trees ahead There couldn’t have been more than twenty--of the hundreds of kids who had flooded through the halls of the old school--twenty

I felt warhtened When I looked up, it was into Liaasp, co of air

I was thrown out of the dreah the topsy-turvy vertigo that slah to make out her silhouette

When I reached for her, I found someone else’s hands already there

Liaering grasp "Zu," he whispered "Hey, Zu…"

I stayed perfectly still