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Cornell
said
softly
,
"
I
do
n't
know
how
far
they
'll
go
if
that
mist
does
n't
let
up
.
But
I
do
n't
want
to
find
out
.
I
intend
to
get
out
of
here
.
"
"
Easier
said
than
done
.
"
But
something
had
begun
to
tick
over
in
my
mind
.
Scent
.
That
was
the
key
.
We
had
been
left
pretty
much
alone
in
the
market
.
The
bugs
might
have
been
attracted
to
the
light
,
as
more
ordinary
bugs
were
.
The
birds
had
simply
followed
their
food
supply
.
But
the
bigger
things
had
left
us
alone
unless
we
unbuttoned
for
some
reason
.
The
slaughter
in
the
Bridgton
Pharmacy
had
occurred
because
the
doors
had
been
left
chocked
open-I
was
sure
of
that
.
The
thing
or
things
that
had
gotten
Norton
and
his
party
had
sounded
as
big
as
a
house
,
but
it
or
they
had
n't
come
near
the
market
.
And
that
meant
that
maybe
...
Suddenly
I
wanted
to
talk
to
Ollie
Weeks
.
I
needed
to
talk
to
him
.
"
I
intend
to
get
out
or
die
trying
,
"
Cornell
said
.
"
I
got
no
plans
to
spend
the
rest
of
the
summer
in
here
.
"
"
There
have
been
four
suicides
,
"
Amanda
said
suddenly
.
"
What
?
"
The
first
thing
to
cross
my
mind
,
in
a
semiguilty
flash
,
was
that
the
bodies
of
the
soldiers
had
been
discovered
.
"
Pills
,
"
Cornell
said
shortly
.
"
Me
and
two
or
three
other
'
guys
carried
the
bodies
out
back
.
"
I
had
to
stifle
a
shrill
laugh
.
We
had
a
regular
morgue
going
back
there
.
"
It
's
thinning
out
,
"
Cornell
said
.
"
I
want
to
get
gone
.
"
