“Great idea, Zorn,” he said.
But Zorn ignored him. He walked over to the other monsters and started to unbuckle their straps, too. Topher crept around to the other side of the room, and the thing on the cabinet watched him, hissing.
“Shh,” Topher said. “Quiet now.”
His back hit the corner of the table and his hand found something hard and heavy and metal. The saw. He picked it up, triumphant, and held it out before him.
“Ha!” he said, and pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened. Crap. It wasn’t plugged in.
The monster leaped at him and he jumped aside, bludgeoning it on the head.
“Zorn!” he yelled, scrambling for the back door. “I’m fairly sure your idea is a bad one!”
Zorn leaped from gurney to gurney, unbuckling the monsters.
Topher pounded on the frame.
“Let’s go!”
Zorn finished
