“Idiots,” the man grunted, watching as some of the escapees foolishly ran back through the maze of crates, I’d just made my way through to rescue them.

All the others went the opposite direction. That meant in a matter of seconds it would be discovered someone had set these people free. We needed to get out of here, but now there was someone missing.

A-fucking-gin.

I was seriously going to chain all of us together.

“What happened to Dion?” I asked.

“We got separated after the first tunnel,” Mel answered. “I thought he might have wound up with you two. When I tell you he literally was there one second and not the next, I mean it. He didn’t yell or anything, he simply vanished.”

I wanted to ask if he was alive, but I wasn’t willing to believe otherwise. I wanted to go back and look for him but that would be both reckless and suicidal. It sounded more like someone took him and that didn’t surprise me. After all, Dion was tied into all this somehow just like we were.

“Follow me,” Legion (as I dubbed him) abruptly stated, his deep voice brooking no room for argument. He and the girl at his side turned and headed straight towards a long stretch of fencing.

I wasn’t sure what their plan was until I saw Legion lift a section of the dark green tarp and usher the girl through a gate.

He stepped through after her, waving at us to follow before disappearing from view. As with the two guys from the sanitorium, I wondered how they could have possibly known this exit was there. Of all the directions we could go, though, just like back then, this one seemed to be the safest bet.

“We should follow them,” Grace suggested.

“And fast. We won’t do Dion or Selena any good if we got caught again,” Mel stated.

I knew she was right. I didn’t like it, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

The three of us made our way through the gate, me going last this time. I stopped long enough to make sure it shut and latched, and then started running.

On the other side was a flat stretch of dirt and weeds situated between the tarped fence and a large building. We ran through it, seeing the two people we were following abruptly cut to the left, passing through an open door.

Straight ahead was entirely fenced off with no way of getting through, leaving us no choice but to continue to do the same.

The knife whizzed through the air as I ran, moving in sync with my arms. I didn’t know what to expect when going inside this place, here anything seemed to be possible.

At first, nothing really jumped out at me other than the three identical utility trucks parked side by side. As we passed by them the building widened into a more open space.

It was impossible to miss the trailers loaded with dead bodies in various stages of rigor mortis. I counted four in total, full of discarded corpses piled up like trash. The smell was indescribable, not one that could be easily forgotten but something I could always distinguish. If Dion were here, he’d have learned what death truly smelled like.

At the far end of the warehouse was a metal staircase and just beyond it two massive garage doors. We were halfway to them when loud voices carried from behind us. I knew the gig was up, we’d been found out.

An alarm began to blast through the air, causing both doors to rapidly lower. I added a burst of speed, pushing myself to the absolute limit.

“Get ready to roll!” Legion warned.

I nodded more to myself than anyone else, preparing to do just that.

We split apart, half going through the left door and half going through the right.

I tightened my grip on the knife and dropped my shoulders down, throwing myself forward, hissing through my teeth as grainy concrete tore skin away from my elbow and the side of my knee. I was going to be completely black and blue by time this was all over.

Grace and Mel helped me stand while the couple that led us here waited a few feet away. Once I was steady on my feet I turned and surveyed the area. We’d emerged on an empty side road, but I knew it wouldn’t be that way for long. We needed to get away from this place pronto.

The alarm had stopped, but that didn’t mean anything. There were cameras all over this city and people eager to kill popping out of the woodwork. We had the option of going left, right, or straight, which led directly into a thick line of trees.

There was not a map anywhere that I could see to tell us which one of these ways was correct.

“You need to come with us,” the girl insisted as if she’d read my mind. Her tone was gentle, but firm.

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