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“She’s wrong,” Natalie says, standing on the sofa, her shoulder pushing against the door. “There’s no way they’d blow up the stadium. It’s a mistake.”
The doorframe has started to come away from the wall, pieces of plaster spraying over the sofa. “That’s what she said,” I reply, standing between her and Jonny, our bodies pressed against the door as well. “She wouldn’t lie.” The force from outside is increasing by the second, as if more and more Necs have joined in.
I hear the sound of the lock snapping.
“That’s exactly what I’d do,” Jonny says, his words strained; his face bright red. “How else are they gonna contain the outbreak?”
“They’ll rescue us,” Natalie replies, her body vibrating as the door is shunted. “They’ll send in a team of Cleaners. They always do.”
“Don’t be so stu
