Christopher fell to the ground beside him, his eyes wide as he tried to crouch Dave's falling body. The boy had suddenly turned pale, his lips parted as he tried hard to breathe.
"Help!" Christopher yelled, searching around for anyone to help. The men managing the caravan immediately ran to him, then helped him take Dave. Two held him up, and they started to make their way back to the ack, since it was nearer, with Christopher scared out of his wits, his eyes wide with tears brewing behind them, his hands shaking terribly.
"They are coming back," Archer said under his breath, a small smile on his face.
He shook his head as he turned to the parked car, his smile small.
"I told you they would come back. There is only one antidote."
He turned to Hailey. "Who knew you were such a devil?"
