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“The lights are out!”

“Where have you been?”

“We’re out of food!”

“I can’t even turn on the TV!”

“I’m scared of the dark!”

“There’s aloose!”

“The water isn’t working!”

Those that weren’t shouting accusations were asking plaintive questions

“What are we supposed to do?”

“Why didn’t you stop Caine?”

“Where’s the Healer?”

“Are we all going to die?”

Saently, reluctantly away and stood alone to face them Each question hit home Each was an arrow aimed at his heart They were the same accusations he had thrown at himself The same questions he had asked himself He knew he should put an end to it He knew he should call for quiet He knew that the longer he ithout answering, the et

But he had no answers

The assault of anger and fear was deafening A seething wall of angry faces pressed all around It left him numb He knehat he should do, but he couldn’t Somehow he had convinced himself that kids would understand That they would cut him some slack Give him some time