Part 2
June 1
9:22 a.m.
Chapter 11
The teacher’s lounge smelled like a slaughterhouse, and Daniel gagged again, kneeling in the corner of what had once been a safe haven. Retching sounds ended in a wet cough that died away into nothing, and Daniel breathed through his mouth. More gunshots rang out in the hallway, and the subsequent screaming, stampede of panicked feet, and slamming of doors blocked all other sounds.
With shaking hands, Daniel pulled his cell phone from his pocket. Staring at it, he sighed at the memory of Clark this morning, so peacefully sprawled all over Daniel’s bed in his little professor’s bungalow on the edge of campus. Clark had looked so comfortable and relaxed that Daniel hadn’t been able to resist whispering, “See you at lunch?”
The answering grunt, equal p
