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Chapter 17

           Nothingkillshappytimemorethanbeingremindedofyourslaughteredfriendseveryday."

           MinhostoodandgrabbedAlby’sarms,thennoddedtowardhisfeet."Grabthosesmellysuckers.WegottacarryhimovertotheDoor.Give’emonebodythat’seasytofindinthemorning."

           Thomascouldn’tbelievehowmorbidastatementthatwas."Howcanthisbehappening!"hescreamedtothewalls,turninginacircle.Hefeltclosetolosingitonceandforall.

           "Quityourcrying.Youshould’vefollowedtherulesandstayedinside.Nowcomeon,grabhislegs."

           Wincingatthegrowingcrampsinhisgut,ThomaswalkedoverandliftedAlby’sfeetashewastold.Theyhalfcarried,halfdraggedthealmost-lifelessbodyahundredfeetorsototheverticalcrackoftheDoor,whereMinhoproppedAlbyupagainstthewallinasemi-sittingposition.Alby’schestroseandfellwithstruggledbreaths,buthisskinwasdrenchedinsweat;helookedlikehewouldn’tlastmuchlonger.

           "Wherewashebitten?"Thomasasked."Canyouseeit?"

           "Theydon’tfreakingbiteyou.Theyprickyou.Andno,youcan’tseeit.Therecouldbedozensalloverhisbody."Minhofoldedhisarmsandleanedagainstthewall.

           Forsomereason,Thomasthoughtthewordpricksoundedalotworsethanbite."Prickyou?Whatdoesthatmean?"

           "Dude,youjusthavetoseethemtoknowwhatI’mtalkingabout."

           ThomaspointedatMinho’sarms,thenhislegs."Well,whydidn’tthethingprickyou?"

           Minhoheldhishandsout."MaybeitdidmaybeI’llcollapseanysecond."

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