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Alby
walked
toward
the
South
Door
,
located
between
what
he
'd
called
the
Deadheads
and
the
Blood
House
.
Thomas
followed
,
wrinkling
his
nose
up
at
the
sudden
smell
of
dirt
and
manure
coming
from
the
animal
pens
.
Graveyard
?
he
thought
.
Why
do
they
need
a
graveyard
in
a
place
full
of
teenagers
?
That
disturbed
him
even
more
than
not
knowing
some
of
the
words
Alby
kept
saying
--
words
like
Slopper
and
Bagger
--
that
did
n't
sound
so
good
.
He
came
as
close
to
interrupting
Alby
as
he
'd
done
so
far
,
but
willed
his
mouth
shut
.
Frustrated
,
he
turned
his
attention
to
the
pens
in
the
Blood
House
area
.
Several
cows
nibbled
and
chewed
at
a
trough
full
of
greenish
hay
.
Pigs
lounged
in
a
muddy
pit
,
an
occasionally
flickering
tail
the
only
sign
they
were
alive
.
Another
pen
held
sheep
,
and
there
were
chicken
coops
and
turkey
cages
as
well
.
Workers
bustled
about
the
area
,
looking
as
if
they
'd
spent
their
whole
lives
on
a
farm
.
Why
do
I
remember
these
animals
?
Thomas
wondered
.
Nothing
about
them
seemed
new
or
interesting
--
he
knew
what
they
were
called
,
what
they
normally
ate
,
what
they
looked
like
.
Why
was
stuff
like
that
still
lodged
in
his
memory
,
but
not
where
he
'd
seen
animals
before
,
or
with
whom
?
His
memory
loss
was
baffling
in
its
complexity
.
Alby
pointed
to
the
large
barn
in
the
back
corner
,
its
red
paint
long
faded
to
a
dull
rust
color
.
"
Back
there
's
where
the
Slicers
work
.
Nasty
stuff
,
that
.
Nasty
.
If
you
like
blood
,
you
can
be
a
Slicer
.
"
Thomas
shook
his
head
.
Slicer
did
n't
sound
good
at
all
.
As
they
kept
walking
,
he
focused
his
attention
on
the
other
side
of
the
Glade
,
the
section
Alby
had
called
the
Deadheads
.
The
trees
grew
thicker
and
denser
the
farther
back
in
the
corner
they
went
,
more
alive
and
full
of
leaves
.
Dark
shadows
filled
the
depths
of
the
wooded
area
,
despite
the
time
of
day
.
Thomas
looked
up
,
squinting
to
see
that
the
sun
was
finally
visible
,
though
it
looked
odd
--
more
orange
than
it
should
be
.
It
hit
him
that
this
was
yet
another
example
of
the
odd
selective
memory
in
his
mind
.
He
returned
his
gaze
to
the
Deadheads
,
a
glowing
disk
still
floating
in
his
vision
.
Blinking
to
clear
it
away
,
he
suddenly
caught
the
red
lights
again
,
flickering
and
skittering
about
deep
in
the
darkness
of
the
woods
.
What
are
those
things
?
he
wondered
,
irritated
that
Alby
had
n't
answered
him
earlier
.
The
secrecy
was
very
annoying
.
Alby
stopped
walking
,
and
Thomas
was
surprised
to
see
they
'd
reached
the
South
Door
;
the
two
walls
bracketing
the
exit
towered
above
them
.
The
thick
slabs
of
gray
stone
were
cracked
and
covered
in
ivy
,
as
ancient
as
anything
Thomas
could
imagine
.
He
craned
his
neck
to
see
the
top
of
the
walls
far
above
;
his
mind
spun
with
the
odd
sensation
that
he
was
looking
down
,
not
up
.
He
staggered
back
a
step
,
awed
once
again
by
the
structure
of
his
new
home
,
then
finally
returned
his
attention
to
Alby
,
who
had
his
back
to
the
exit
.
