“We are g-going to shut down the machine.”
I calked my head to the side as I looked at him. What was I expecting here? Why didn’t they shut it down already? My head was swirling with questions that I wanted immediate answers to. I held on tight to my sweatshirt and stayed quiet. He continued.
“We have to go back into the facility to stop the machine. We think that should put an end to everything happening around us.”
I stayed there, letting the words sink in. The flashes of memory of my brother leaving the pizza restaurant. I started to remember the final images of my mother and father as they sat next to each other at the table, not speaking. The final images of my boyfriend and friend. Then there was a flash of my dream just before I woke up. The bodies of people pounding at the gla
