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This low, sleek car behind us was not for any accidentThis was a vehicle made for pursuitI'd
never seen anything quite like it before, but I knew exactly what it meant
Jared was frozen, his foot still pushing down on the gas pedalI could see that he was trying to
find a solution, a way to outrun them in this decrepit van or a way to evade them?to hide our
wide white profile in the low, gaunt brush of the desert?without leading them back to the rest
Without giving everyone awayWe were so close to the others nowThey slumbered,
unaware?
When he gave up after two seconds of frantic thought, he exhaled
?I'm so sorry, Wanda,? he whispered
?Jared??
He reached for my hand and eased up on the gasThe car started to slow
?Got your pill?? he choked
?Can Mel hear me??
Yes My voice only barely escaped being a sob, too
A short, aching silence
?Wanda, I? I care about you, tooYou're a good person, WandaYou deserve better than
what I've given you
He had something small, much too small to be so deadly, between his fingers
?Wanda, we can't take the chanceWe can't outrun them, not in thisIf we try to run, a
thousand of them will swarm after us
The van was slowing, drifting to the shoulder
?Give me one try,? I beggedI fumbled quickly for the pill in my pocke
