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Chapter 60

           Ontheyran,someofthemenandwomenleadingfromahead,someyellingencouragementfrombehind.

           Theyreachedanothersetofglassdoorsandwentthroughthemintoamassivedownpourofrain,fallingfromablacksky.Nothingwasvisiblebutdullsparklesflashingoffthepoundingsheetsofwater.

           Theleaderdidn’tstopmovinguntiltheyreachedahugebus,itssidesdentedandscarred,mostofthewindowswebbedwithcracks.Rainsluiceddownitall,makingThomasimagineahugebeastcrestingoutoftheocean.

           "Geton!"themanscreamed."Hurry!"

           Theydid,formingintoatightpackbehindthedoorastheyentered,onebyone.Itseemedtotakeforever,Gladerspushingandscramblingtheirwayupthethreestairsandintotheseats.

           Thomaswasattheback,Teresarightinfrontofhim.Thomaslookedupintothesky,feltthewaterbeatagainsthisfaceitwaswarm,almosthot,hadaweirdthicknesstoit.Oddly,ithelpedbreakhimoutofhisfunk,snaphimtoattention.Maybeitwasjusttheferocityofthedeluge.Hefocusedonthebus,onTeresa,onescape.

           Theywerealmosttothedoorwhenahandsuddenlyslammedagainsthisshoulder,grippinghisshirt.Hecriedoutassomeonejerkedhimbackward,rippinghishandoutofTeresa’shesawherspinaroundjustintimetowatchasheslammedintotheground,throwingupasprayofwater.Aboltofpainshotdownhisspineasawoman’sheadappearedtwoinchesabovehim,upsidedown,blockingoutTeresa.

           Greasyhairhungdown,touchingThomas,framingafacehiddeninshadow.

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