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He cruises past ed weapons Both covered in gore His feverish eyes meet ravity, coasting toward his next target To strike me is to ruin the pattern of his hunt But his eyes say: soon

Darkness No guns fire There’s a wet hacking sound

Then a screech

A blaring gun illuy at the wall The lows molten Theor the wall, I can’t tell It’s Paxton, I realize just as the s its father

“It’s eating …”

His voice gurgles away as the intruder gnaws into his throat and it goes black again

I gotta get out of here

My heart hammers in my chest so hard I can barely breathe My ravity savepoorly off the wall I push off with intent toward the hallway behind hter block I drift on les, whi metal

I slam into the wall and scramble to hold on

I can’t find anything in the darkness Then I grab at a shape, encircleencirclesme close

“It’s a says Her voice is husky and even “Quiet I need you to getif you understand”

A man screams nearby

I tap Volga’s leg

“Clia’s instructions “There is a knife in h”

“Which pocket?”