“I know.”
“You know?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“But . . . what . . . for how long?”
Shawn took a spoonful of mashed potatoes.
“I dunno. Probably figured it out about a year ago.”
Zorn felt the anger start to boil up inside.
“You knew and you didn’t tell us?”
“I did. I told him.”
Topher balked.
“No you didn’t. You never told me they were turning us into bloodthirsty monsters.”
“‘Don’t take the meds. Don’t eat the food.’ First day, when I jumped you. Remember?”
“Yeah, I do. But if you know about this, why are you still here?”
Shawn held up four fingers.
“Four times,” he said. “Okay? It happened four more times.”
“What did?”
“Same thing as what happened at school. Tore me up. Each time a little piece of me gone. I met good people. Good men with guns. Women who weren’t afraid to figh
