I wanted to sigh in relief, but instead I deflated into a small, terrified moan.
We had gained a small advantage at a very high price. Hans, taken down by a gunshot.
Why hadn’t they simply killed all of us like that from the start? They had the upper hand — they could have done whatever they wanted.
Hans’s own words answered the question inside my head:
“It’s a game to them.”
A much deeper chill ran through me.
Of course. If they used guns, the game would end too quickly. There would be no fun in it. Fixing everything the easy way. With traps…
I squeezed my eyes shut and wrapped my arms around myself over the horrible coat, trembling. I didn’t collapse into the snow only because I stepped back until I was leaning against the tall bumper of the Toyota riddled with bullet holes.
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