13. Made
Mina
“This way,” Haley directed us through the tunnels under the auditorium, almost more at home here than in the distorted aboveground corridors. “There’s nothing but closet space in that one.”
There were hints of voices somewhere ahead, but they were difficult to pinpoint and didn’t sound childlike.
Haley stopped us just short of another corner and motioned for us to listen.
“Hostiles incoming, oh s**t, oh shit....”
A male voice, not from the other half of our team, and yet familiar.
“Mr. Finn,” I realized aloud.
The shop teacher and last unaccounted for Network member was down here somewhere.
“It’s okay, shh, it’s okay.”
That one was Cynthia.
We darted around the corner to find Julie, Courtney, and Cynthia pinning Mr. Finn to the floor of what looked like a homeless
