Nikki was glad he had calmed down. She had used all her strength, and then some, to hold the withering man back. She was fit from her strenuous training as an active cheerleader, but that only made her healthy and flexible. She was sure if he wanted to he could throw her aside like discarded trash. The thought was terrifying, but she kept strong. Mr. Holland was just having a hard time. He wasn't like the monsters they saw at the library.
Nikki had looked away too late. They had pulled Jon into the van and sped away, but she caught sight of them through the back window: tearing into that flesh like animals, or something worse... She swallowed and looked to Jon. The young man wasn't the most active among them. While the others engaged in sports or were active farmers since their youth Jon
