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"
Get
on
!
"
the
man
screamed
.
"
Hurry
!
"
They
did
,
forming
into
a
tight
pack
behind
the
door
as
they
entered
,
one
by
one
.
It
seemed
to
take
forever
,
Gladers
pushing
and
scrambling
their
way
up
the
three
stairs
and
into
the
seats
.
Thomas
was
at
the
back
,
Teresa
right
in
front
of
him
.
Thomas
looked
up
into
the
sky
,
felt
the
water
beat
against
his
face
--
it
was
warm
,
almost
hot
,
had
a
weird
thickness
to
it
.
Oddly
,
it
helped
break
him
out
of
his
funk
,
snap
him
to
attention
.
Maybe
it
was
just
the
ferocity
of
the
deluge
.
He
focused
on
the
bus
,
on
Teresa
,
on
escape
.
They
were
almost
to
the
door
when
a
hand
suddenly
slammed
against
his
shoulder
,
gripping
his
shirt
.
He
cried
out
as
someone
jerked
him
backward
,
ripping
his
hand
out
of
Teresa
's
--
he
saw
her
spin
around
just
in
time
to
watch
as
he
slammed
into
the
ground
,
throwing
up
a
spray
of
water
.
A
bolt
of
pain
shot
down
his
spine
as
a
woman
's
head
appeared
two
inches
above
him
,
upside
down
,
blocking
out
Teresa
.
Greasy
hair
hung
down
,
touching
Thomas
,
framing
a
face
hidden
in
shadow
.
A
horrible
smell
filled
his
nostrils
,
like
eggs
and
milk
gone
rotten
.
The
woman
pulled
back
enough
for
someone
's
flashlight
to
reveal
her
features
--
pale
,
wrinkly
skin
covered
in
horrible
sores
,
oozing
with
pus
.
Sheer
terror
filled
Thomas
,
froze
him
.
"
Gon
na
save
us
all
!
"
the
hideous
woman
said
,
spit
flying
out
of
her
mouth
,
spraying
Thomas
.
"
Gon
na
save
us
from
the
Flare
!
"
She
laughed
,
not
much
more
than
a
hacking
cough
.
The
woman
yelped
when
one
of
the
rescuers
grabbed
her
with
both
hands
and
yanked
her
off
of
Thomas
,
who
recovered
his
wits
and
scrambled
to
his
feet
.
He
backed
into
Teresa
,
staring
as
the
man
dragged
the
woman
away
,
her
legs
kicking
out
weakly
,
her
eyes
on
Thomas
.
She
pointed
at
him
,
called
out
,
"
Do
n't
believe
a
word
they
tell
ya
!
Gon
na
save
us
from
the
Flare
,
ya
are
!
"
When
the
man
was
several
yards
from
the
bus
,
he
tossed
the
woman
to
the
ground
.
"
Stay
put
or
I
'll
shoot
you
dead
!
"
he
yelled
at
her
;
then
he
turned
to
Thomas
.
"
Get
on
the
bus
!
"
Thomas
,
so
terrified
by
the
ordeal
that
his
body
shook
,
turned
and
followed
Teresa
up
the
stairs
and
into
the
aisle
of
the
bus
.
Wide
eyes
watched
him
as
they
walked
all
the
way
to
the
back
seat
and
plopped
down
;
they
huddled
together
.
Black
water
washed
down
the
windows
outside
.
The
rain
drummed
on
the
roof
,
heavy
;
thunder
shook
the
skies
above
them
.
