  &quot;Are you okay, my dear?&quot; Doc s voice waves at me from what seems like a long distance away and I realize how, in my head, I ve drifted into a state of numbness. We re still rumbling along this dark makeshift path, carved through the dense forest, and I was so zoned out in my mind I completely faded to dark. My cheeks are damp with the tears that sprung out of me and I m staring blankly ahead, in a state of disconnect, ahead, like everyone I know suddenly died a horrible death, again, and I had to watch.
  &quot;I can t be one of those ... those ... creatures. They killed everyone in the orphanage.&quot; It s a soft, pitiful whispering tone, and I can t bring myself to look at him. My head so full of confusion, pain, and questions, and I keep picturing Colton s face, his dimpled smile, and those deep dark sexy eyes, and what he s going to think when he finds out … Meadow, the 

  &quot;I need a location so Colton can help us.&quot; I sound odd, strained, and my voice is husky and hoarse, hinting at tears I m refusing to shed. I can t deny this is awful, but we need his help. 
  &quot;Oh, goodness, that was quick, and it worked. Clever girl. Yes, location, of course, we re fifteen miles or so from the Hackuuh mountain base, north of Rennington. We head south for a good forty miles from here and we end up meeting Route 10 to Normansville. Is that accurate enough?&quot; He scratches his head and goes back to grabbing the steering wheel with both hands before peering back out into the darkness, illuminated only by our headlights. I shrug at him and turn away to focus on the link.
  Colton, we re fifteen miles or so from the Hackuuh mountain base, north of Rennington. He has us heading south; he says we re forty miles from getting to Route 10 to Normansville. Does t

  &quot;How are we meant to get out of here? We re on the lowest floor and the elevator is that way?&quot; I nod with my head in the direction we came from; a growing tight knot of anxiety that maybe his plan is not the best. He waves at the trucks again, reminding me of their presence, but I m not sure how they will help down here.
  &quot;The one on the end is a medical truck, and that platform lifts to the ground above. It s how we store them and transport things in and out.&quot; 
  As soon as he says it, I spin my head, eyeing the last green military truck that looks like its half-brother was a tank, and see the gears of the platform on the space behind it. The poles and hydraulics lining the steel wall in shadow and look up into a cavernous space that opens over your head when you get up close to them. From my room, I couldn t see it, but this space goes up some hundred or more fee

&quot;Are you okay, my dear?&quot; Doc s voice waves at me from what seems like a long distance away and I realize how, in my head, I ve drifted into a state of numbness. We re still rumbling along this dark makeshift path, carved through the dense forest, and I was so zoned out in my mind I completely faded to dark. My cheeks are damp with the tears that sprung out of me and I m staring blankly ahead, in a state of disconnect, ahead, like everyone I know suddenly died a horrible death, again, and I had to watch.
  &quot;I can t be one of those ... those ... creatures. They killed everyone in the orphanage.&quot; It s a soft, pitiful whispering tone, and I can t bring myself to look at him. My head so full of confusion, pain, and questions, and I keep picturing Colton s face, his dimpled smile, and those deep dark sexy eyes, and what he s going to think when he finds out … Meadow, the sub pack. How will they look at me now?
  I m the enemy, and I ve been among them this whole time. 

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