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Chapter Eighteen
No one moves.
Fletcher’s face is etched in permanent horror as he
crumbles to the ground. I’m so struck by the impossibility of
it all that I can’t decide whether or not I’m dreaming, I can’t
determine whether or not I’m dying, I can’t figure out
whether or not fainting is a good idea.
Fletcher’s limbs are bent at odd angles on the cold,
concrete floor. Blood is pooling around him and still no one
moves. No one says a single word. No one betrays a single
look of fear.
I keep touching my lips to see if my screams have
escaped.
Warner tucks his gun back into his jacket pocket. “Sector
45, you are dismissed.”
Every soldier falls on one knee.
Warner slips the metal amplification device back into his
suit and has to yank me free from the spot where I’m glued
to the ground. I’m tripping over myself, my limbs weak and
aching through the bone. I feel nauseous, delirious,
incapable of holding myself upright. I keep trying to speak
but the words are sticking to my tongue. I’m suddenly
sweating and suddenly freezing and suddenly so sick I see
spots clouding my vision.
Warner is trying to get me through the door. “You really
must eat more,” he says to me.
I am gaping with my eyes, gaping with my mouth, gaping
wide open because I feel holes everywhere, punched into
the terrain of my body.
My heart must be bleeding out of my chest.