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Chapter 1

           Thomasbackedintothecorneronceagain,foldedhisarmsandshivered,andthefearreturned.Hefeltaworryingshudderinhischest,asifhisheartwantedtoescape,tofleehisbody.

           "Someone...help...me!"hescreamed;eachwordrippedhisthroatraw.

           Aloudclankrangoutabovehimandhesuckedinastartledbreathashelookedup.Astraightlineoflightappearedacrosstheceilingoftheroom,andThomaswatchedasitexpanded.Aheavygratingsoundrevealeddoubleslidingdoorsbeingforcedopen.Aftersolongindarkness,thelightstabbedhiseyes;helookedaway,coveringhisfacewithbothhands.

           Heheardnoisesabovevoicesandfearsqueezedhischest.

           "Lookatthatshank."

           "Howoldishe?"

           "LookslikeaklunkinaT-shirt."

           "You’retheklunk,shuck-face."

           "Dude,itsmellslikefeetdownthere!"

           "Hopeyouenjoyedtheone-waytrip,Greenie."

           "Ain’tnoticketback,bro."

           Thomaswashitwithawaveofconfusion,blisteredwithpanic.Thevoiceswereodd,tingedwithecho;someofthewordswerecompletelyforeignothersfeltfamiliar.Hewilledhiseyestoadjustashesquintedtowardthelightandthosespeaking.Atfirsthecouldseeonlyshiftingshadows,buttheysoonturnedintotheshapesofbodiespeoplebendingovertheholeintheceiling,lookingdownathim,pointing.

           Andthen,asifthelensofacamerahadsharpeneditsfocus,thefacescleared.Theywereboys,allofthemsomeyoung,someolder.Thomasdidn’tknowwhathe’dexpected,butseeingthosefacespuzzledhim

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