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Chapter 3

           "What’sgoingonoverthere?"heasked,pointingatthebuilding.

           "Don’tknow,"thechubbyboyreplied;hisvoicestillcarriedthehighpitchofchildhood."Ben’sinthere,sickerthanadog.Theygothim."

           "They?"Thomasdidn’tlikethemaliciouswaytheboyhadsaidtheword.

           "Yeah."

           "WhoareThey?"

           "Betterhopeyouneverfindout,"thekidanswered,lookingfartoocomfortableforthesituation.Heheldouthishand."Myname’sChuck.IwastheGreenbeanuntilyoushowedup."

           Thisismyguideforthenight?Thomasthought.Hecouldn’tshakehisextremediscomfort,andnowannoyancecreptinaswell.Nothingmadesense;hisheadhurt.

           "WhyiseveryonecallingmeGreenbean?"heasked,shakingChuck’shandquickly,thenlettinggo.

           "Cuzyou’rethenewestNewbie."ChuckpointedatThomasandlaughed.Anotherscreamcamefromthehouse,asoundlikeastarvinganimalbeingtortured.

           "Howcanyoubelaughing?"Thomasasked,horrifiedbythenoise."Itsoundslikesomeone’sdyinginthere."

           "He’llbeokay.NoonediesiftheymakeitbackintimetogettheSerum.It’sallornothing.Deadornotdead.Justhurtsalot."

           ThisgaveThomaspause."Whathurtsalot?"

           Chuck’seyeswanderedasifhewasn’tsurewhattosay."Um,gettin’stungbytheGrievers."

           "Grievers?"Thomaswasonlygettingmoreandmoreconfused.Stung.Grievers.Thewordshadaheavyweightofdreadtothem,andhesuddenlywasn’tsosurehewantedtoknowwhatChuckwastalkingabout.

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