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A
voice
whispered
horribly
outside
.
"
Piggy
--
Piggy
--
"
"
It
's
come
!
"
gasped
Piggy
.
"
It
's
real
!
"
He
clung
to
Ralph
and
reached
to
get
his
breath
.
"
Piggy
,
come
outside
.
I
want
you
,
Piggy
.
"
Ralph
's
mouth
was
against
Piggy
's
ear
.
"
Do
n't
say
anything
.
"
"
Piggy
--
where
are
you
,
Piggy
?
"
Something
brushed
against
the
back
of
the
shelter
.
Piggy
kept
still
for
a
moment
,
then
he
had
his
asthma
.
He
arched
his
back
and
crashed
among
the
leaves
with
his
legs
.
Ralph
rolled
away
from
him
.
Then
there
was
a
vicious
snarling
in
the
mouth
of
the
shelter
and
the
plunge
and
thump
of
living
things
.
Someone
tripped
over
Ralph
and
Piggy
's
corner
became
a
complication
of
snarls
and
crashes
and
flying
limbs
.
Ralph
hit
out
;
then
he
and
what
seemed
like
a
dozen
others
were
rolling
over
and
over
,
hitting
,
biting
,
scratching
.
He
was
torn
and
jolted
,
found
fingers
in
his
mouth
and
bit
them
.
A
fist
withdrew
and
came
back
like
a
piston
,
so
that
the
whole
shelter
exploded
into
light
.
Ralph
twisted
sideways
on
top
of
a
writhing
body
and
felt
hot
breath
on
his
cheek
.
He
began
to
pound
the
mouth
below
him
,
using
his
clenched
fist
as
a
hammer
;
he
hit
with
more
and
more
passionate
hysteria
as
the
face
became
slippery
.
A
knee
jerked
up
between
his
legs
and
he
fell
sideways
,
busying
himself
with
his
pain
,
and
the
fight
rolled
over
him
.
Then
the
shelter
collapsed
with
smothering
finality
;
and
the
anonymous
shapes
fought
their
way
out
and
through
.
Dark
figures
drew
themselves
out
of
the
wreckage
and
flitted
away
,
till
the
screams
of
the
littluns
and
Piggy
's
gasps
were
once
more
audible
.
