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Scott was at the end of his tether. They’d been cooped-up here for over an hour now. He was sitting with his back to the door, holding George while Michelle consoled Tammy and Phoebe. The madness outside wore on, though to a lesser extent now as more of the population of Thussock, those who’d escaped and run blindly into the night, were rounded up. The longer Scott spent trapped in here, though, the harder it was to sit still and do nothing.
They were wrong, all the others.
Between them they’d agreed to sit tight and wait until everything had died down outside before giving themselves up, but giving himself up just wasn’t in Scott’s nature. And if they did surrender, he doubted the military would be as welcoming as the rest of them seemed keen to believe. The others were naïve, stupi
