CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The sound of pounding is like a drum in my brain. The dogs are barking feverishly.
We’re trapped in the station house. I’m still clutching Bree in the middle of the dark room, sitting on the dusty floorboards. My friends seem frozen with fear around me. The same thoughts must be running through all of our minds: this is the end, this is how we die.
The fear I’m feeling is so consuming, I don’t even realize that Bree is trying to break free from my clasp.
“Brooke,” she’s saying. “Brooke, look, look there.”
Finally I let her go and turn to see where she is pointing. She scrabbles up from me and rushes over to a small hatch in the ground. I have no idea how she managed to see it in the dim light, but the relief as I pull it open and see stairs leading down into blackness
