Chapter Fifty Four That Night
Sydney We all stand there, in what seems to be shock. It could also be mute agreement. Nobody speaks but then, nobody has too either. What is there left to say at this point? The wind picks up and I smell the rain. My shoulders hunch and I inaudibly step forward when Grace grabs my elbow pulling me right back next to her. “We have to do something.” I scoff gesturing around us. “She’s right.” Brennan surprises me by speaking up. I feel the group exchanging looks but eventually they all agree. When nobody makes a move first I decide to get it over with. The smell is terrible, like copper and mildew and wet dirt. I hold back a gag and get to work. I hear someone retch behind me but focus on the task at hand. None of us have the stomach for this but it’s necessary. The key to surviv
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