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Blood fro I spit it back up at hi hio of my boob to wipe his face

With both hands free now, I pushed hie, but it was all I needed It ive

I drewI had, sendingbone soundly up into his nuts I used every ounce of strength I had left in ive runted with the iasp His muscles went stiff as his body curled inward

I pushed hih to wiggle out from under him and move away

I was nearly free when I felt his hand close around my wrist

I was on my back, and the small knife I had used to poke his side was now i over to ers of my free hand into his eyes as hard as a I could

He screa his hand up to his face

I sat up and wasblindly, trying to grab onto some part of me

I didn’t think about it, I just did it Escape was my only hope of survival It was him or me Survival of the fittest Of the most brutal

I closed my hand firmly around the handle of the knife and held it out point down as I fell towards him I was off balance in oing to land, but I wanted… to stop hi me back from my freedom and my friends

A vision of his evil, bloody face flashed before me just before the knife made contact I felt the blade sink into his neck, only stopping when it reached his spine Waro at the sarab it I shoved myself off of him and crab-walked oncorpse of a kid with both legsa few steps like a dog on four legs as I tried to get away froe I tripped over the kid’s head and went down onaled at the idea of a canner’s blood all overwith the dead and dying

"Go!" yelled Julio "Get out!"

The sound of a hawk’s shriek cah the open door and filled my ears, and for the life of me, I couldn’t tell if it was human-made or Nina

I scrambled on hands and knees to the door I heard a noise behindup onforout of his neck, his entire jersey soaked in his dark red blood He took two steps towardsto the side with every beat and pulse of his heart

In all theabove it - above the sounds of ross sounds of Dave’s life leaving his body with every second

It was the sound of Julio, dictating the last soccer play of his life

"The crowd is on its feet," he yelled, his voice stronger than oal There’s no one in his way Nothing can stop him now …"

I ran to the doorway, drawn by the vision I saw there - Trip with his arrab me The war paint on his face made him look fierce He was my warrior savior, there to deliver me from hell

Trip reached in and pulled rasses that used to be a well-manicured lawn, towards the small door almost hidden in the side of the wall

I stuht , and the red froore that was splattered all over ined it or not, but I swear as I passed around the back of the pool house, I heard Julio agaon

"He shoots! He scores! Gooooaaaallllllll!" The building exploded frolass and body parts The percussion knocked Trip and me down into the weeds

We scrambled to our feet and finally h the door Peter was standing outside it next to Winky

I started to say soray tunnel, and I fainted on round

I woke up at the truck which was now pulled over on the west side of the canner house, just next to the wall of shrubs Winky, Jason, and I had hidden in earlier

Peter had slappedprofusely My scattered brain disregarded hi froing fro up over the rooftop They reminded me of the fourth of July with their sporadic percussions