Hi, before you continue on to read this story, this is a note from me. The first around seven chapters are very rough, and just as old. I want you to be aware I have addressed and fixed many of the issues pointed out in my helpful reviews, but I broke up the original chapter one after rewriting into two chapters. That is the reason why I can't post the updated, ten thousand times better chapters, because it would throw the others off. I promise I'm trying to work this out to get the better chapters out as soon as possible! So please, keep in mind as you read around the first seven (even though the first 15 still feel rough to me) keep in mind how old they are. My writing gets better with each chapter and each helpful review. So, if you can bear to get past those chapters and read the whole way through, you'll see what I'm talking about!
Thinking back on that day, she realized it was the last, well, even slightly normal day of her life. Well, the morning was the last sliver of normal she might ever experience, for now, death was on every turn, and every little movement she made it followed her. Death followed her and her friends. However, they were death themselves… maybe karma was playing a mind game with them. She rested her head on the pillow and began to think back, back to everything that had changed her life so suddenly.
Everything about this was summing up to be pristine example of a perfectly boring field trip. Temperature, not too cold nor too hot. Boring. The walls a shade of pale greenish gray, and the floors where smooth, slick white tile. Overhead, dim lights flickered. Only things to add a sense of design to the room ere the framed posters of diseases and such lining the walls, but, even those, were monotone. Including the guide, leading them through the maze of halls in the building, was pretty monotone
"And here is where we examine new diseases," he said, voice plain and expressionless. Graying hair neatly trimmed clothes and pants all gray. Why not he be colorless as well? Everything else here was.
He stopped and pointed at three large, ceiling to floor windows on the left side of the wall. None of the freshmen really bothered to gather around. Just the nerds and teachers' pets gathered around the windows to look in. People were hunched over tables, all in protective uniforms. That was all they could see. Not that they cared anyhow.
The teacher gestured with her arm for the other students to come and look, but none gave her any note. Most has their phones out, yet were highly skilled in texting while hiding their phones. Every few minutes someone's phone would buzz, but not loud enough for the teachers to hear. Standing in the middle of the line were a boy and girl, backs both against the colorless wall, whispering softly to each other laughing, and smiling. It was perfectly obvious what they were.
The girl's phone went off and she diverted her attention away from him to respond to the text. He was secretly leaning on her just enough to read her text, even though it was just from one of her friends. He smiled briefly when he read the text. Perfect timing…
"Let's get out of here. Just go off somewhere. This place is huge."
The girl pursed her lips. Clearly, she wasn't so sure about it.
"No, not here, not right now. I'm not even sixteen yet, and I don't care if you're the last of your friends. It's a freaking field trip!" A bit loud there. The kids in line immediately around them turned their heads.
A flicker of sadness was in his eyes. The smile faded from his face as she murmured something that sure sounded like something about his friends rubbing off on him.
"No, Shay, that wasn't what I was thinking," he said. It truly wasn't. "It's just this is boring as hell. We can just go off and hang out somewhere."
Now she seemed a little bit more attentive. Her phone vibrated against her hand again, but she ignored it. A small smile formed at the edge of her lips.
"Now that I would do in a heartbeat," she smiled, eager to get away from this prison of boredom. What kind of kids did these people even think they were? Not many kids she knew gave a damn about a center for disease control. Not even if it was brand new and shiny.
The teacher had her back turned to the rest of the students, having have given up on them paying attention. The monotone tour guide had his back turned to them as well, rambling on about something they didn't even care about. It was a ideal time to slip away.
Carefully they slipped out of the line and moved lightly back down the colorless hallway they had come down. Their peers stopped and turned to look at them, but nobody told. Some were clearly considering in following them, but decided against it. However, two girls did follow them down the hall. Then another girl and another boy… then three more girls.
Shay, the girl, and her boyfriend rounded a turn in the hallway and stopped running. They were now out of sight of the teacher, tour guide, and their peers. They rested their backs against the walls, breathing a little bit heavier than normal. The hallway they were in now was exactly identical to the other, pale greenish gray walls, slick white tiles, and basically colorless. Only thing different was this hallway lacked posters altogether.
"See how easy that was?" He said, smirking.
"Yea, but where are we gonna go?" Shay asked, an undertone of worry laced in her voice.
"Well, we should just keep going," he said, and was about to continue, when he was cut off by the sound of heavy footfalls. Many heavy footfalls.
At first, Shay was positive that it would be the teachers, or a group of tattletales and the teacher. She pressed herself up against the wall, but it wasn't like it would make her anymore invisible than she already was; not invisible at all. She stuck out against the sea of grays. Straight, beach blonde hair running down a few inches past her shoulders, and her shirt just happened to be neon, with a pattern no other than zebra print. Her boyfriend, Carson, blended in a bit better, but he still was like a rainbow against the dull. There was no cover, and it seemed impossible to outrun them now.
However, it wasn't a group that spelled detention that rounded the corner. This group spelled trouble, but Shay and Carson knew these people. Some of Shay's closest friends, and had come to Carson in a package. He got Shay, so he got the crazy friends too.
These seven were not her only friends; she had many best friends that weren't in this group on the field trip. If they had been, they probably would have followed Shay and Carson down the hall.
"You can't ever get rid of us!" said a girl in the front, smiling sheepishly.
"Were you really gonna leave us to die of boredom?" Piped up another girl, putting her hands on her tiny little hips and staring at Shay with a serious look, but she had a smile on her face.
Shay laughed as her friends instantly cleared the cloud of boredom away from her morning, making everything enjoyable again. And make her feel less guilty about breaking the rules to sneak away.
"Yea, I know. You guys are like frickin' puppies," Shay joked lightly to Katrina, the girl who reminded Shay about how she was stuck with them. "And no, I figured you'd manage," she retorted back to the other girl. "However, you decided to stalk me! I didn't know stalking was a good cure for boredom…" she trailed off as she saw Owen, Katrina's boyfriend, snickering to himself.
"What's so funny?" Carson spoke up finally, his dark eyes pointed directly at Owen.
"Nothing…" Owen said quietly. However, Katrina was starting to chuckle quietly to herself.
"Katrina said we should go…." He trailed off as Katrina snorted with laughter.
"What!" Shay snapped, just wanting him to spit it out already.
"That there's nothing better than live porn." Instantly, Katrina began laughing hysterically, and rather loudly, too.
Shay just rolled her dark eyes. Katrina often made perverted jokes like that. It was just who she was.
"I don't mean to break up the party, but Katrina, you laugh too damn loud!" said a girl from the back. She was leaning ever so slightly around the corner, looking back down at the group of freshmen that had just snuck off from, and was watching them. She quickly pulled back around the corner, dirty blonde hair swooshing with the force of her turn.
"Dude, they heard you!" She said, a tone or urgency in her voice. Everybody's eyes grew wide. It didn't take even five seconds for the escapees to take off running down the hall. They didn't even stop to think about where they were going to go. They were just simply sprinting to elude capture, which would most likely mean being stuck with the teachers for the remainder of the field trip, and detention when they returned.
All nine pairs of feet, each wearing their own individual shoes, darted over the smooth white tiles. Black all-stars, Uggs, and athletic sneakers all gliding over the tiles as the teens ran down the hall. All hallways in this new CDC seemed to stretch on forever, twisting and weaving through the building's deepest sections. The adrenaline rush of the moment had totally erased from their minds the words of the monotone speaking tour guide- a warning that something dangerous was down that hallway, and that they were endangering any people if they did dare to go down there. It was strictly off limits, and when he said that, emotion was actually present in his voice. The emotion of fear.
The nine teenagers had totally forgotten about his warning. They just kept running. Carson, being the fastest of them all, was way ahead of everyone else. He could see double doors up a head, maybe about three yards or so. Wasn't that much farther. Once again, they were gray, but a dark, bold color of gray, and actually did stick out from the dull color scheme of everything else. And a white sign was nailed into the wall above the massive doors, but he was still too far to read them. He didn't think it was anything important, just like everything else on this field trip. If anything had been important, they all wouldn't have snuck off.
"Slow down!" he heard someone rasp behind him, loudly, and out of breath. He forgot Laylia wasn't exactly the fastest runner. He turned his head around, still sprinting, just to see who was running where. The second fastest person was without doubt Marena- freakishly skinny, long legs, dirty blond hair, and fairly athletic, was closing the distance between her and Carson. Shay, Katrina, and Jaycee were all running fairly equal to each other. Owen and Kyleigh weren't that far behind the trio ether. Laylia was, well… bringing up the rear, even though she wasn't too far behind the others.
He finally reached about a meter from the door, and stopped running, out of breath. Within a few seconds Marena slowed down beside him. A few more seconds later everybody else was around him. After taking a few moments for the nine to catch their breath, Jaycee turned her head to gaze back down the long hallway again.
"No sign of them," she said, and Shay began to walk towards the doors. Whatever was inside those doors was probably a better place to hang out than in the middle of a hallway.
Pointless chatter rose up as they began to walk, slowly, towards the stormy gray double doors, having have all made a decision to go in there, all without speaking a word. It was funny how when there was nowhere to go, you didn't even have to talk about it, you just absentmindedly began walking towards your only option.
Carson was the first to reach the door. He grasped the cold, steel handle of the right side of the door and swung it open. The rest of them filed in after him. Carson had totally forgotten to read the sign he had seen earlier while running. If he hadn't, this could all have been avoided. The sign above the door read, clear as day, in big read letters WARNING- Developing Facility; Authorized Personnel only. And clearly, a bunch of fifteen year old kids weren't authorized personnel of a CDC.
Inside was simply just a room. It wasn't a particularly large room, ether, but it wasn't small ether. Desks were pressed up against the walls of the room, which, like everything else, were that horrible shade of pale greenish gray. Shay, looking at it, could have almost thought it was a shade of vomit. Almost. It was close, but no cigar. The desks were all a cold, steely gray color. Almost everything in this damn place was gray, Shay though, as she ran her dark brown eyes over the room.
'What's this thing?"
Shay heard one of her friend's voices and moved her eyes to where the voice had come from. Marena, being as intent as she normally was, was standing in the center of the room. Well, almost the center. In the direct center of the room was this large, weird looking box thing. The walls of it were glass, except for one. The back wall was, once again, gray, but it was shiny, and clearly metal. And it was what Marena was extending her long, skinny arm to point at.
"I don't know," Shay said softly, as she took a few more steps up to it. She wasn't scared. It looked like just some other boring thing they'd come up with since 2012. Nobody cared about what they used except for the people who worked here. Why did people still work here? It was 2015, wasn't there supposed to be flying cars by now?
As Shay got closer to it, she could make out many colorful buttons on the steely back wall. She instantly told herself in her head to not touch those buttons. Buttons in places like this usually weren't good. She'd gathered that Intel from many a television show and movies.
"Let's get in it!" She heard a voice shout from behind her. Shay had no doubt it was Katrina. Katrina, though one of her best friends, could be slightly crazy and rebellious at times. And stupid. And her most recent suggestion was a prime example. They had no idea what this thing was….
It was too late for her to object. Her friends had already begun to walk up to it, and flood into the box. Marena followed, curious about what it was, since nobody could supply her with an answer. Shay, against her better judgment, followed Marena in.
Inside it was a bit cramped. There was still enough room, but it was just a little bit uncomfortable. Shay did notice that there was actually a door to this strange box… she prayed it didn't close. It would get really hot in here, really fast.
With everybody packed like sardines in the little box, Shay was able to get a good look at everyone. She had seen all of these faces many times before, but sometimes it never hurts to take a good look.
Katrina Nolso was the closest to her. Katrina was about five foot five, a fairly average height. She had bright blonde hair, like Shay's, but the bottom layers were black. Her hair was naturally straight, like it was today. She hard dark brown eyes, like a lot of people here did. Katrina was categorized in their high school as one of the "scene" kids. She wasn't preppy, and she wasn't a cutter or a nerd. She did listen to the scene kind of music- the screamo stuff and heavy metal, but she wasn't totally "scene." She had a lot of friends that were Preps, but she could be very, very crazy at times. Shay noticed the phone in Katrina's hand and knew that was where the music must be coming from.
Next to Katrina was Owen Scott, of course, Shay's boyfriend since sixth grade. He was also categorized as a scene kid, but once again, was friends with the dominant social class of the dudes, the Jocks. He had dirty blond, borderline light brown hair that was pretty long. He had bangs, about to his middle forehead, but a few long strands could get in the way of his blue eyes. It was naturally straight, and he didn't do anything to it, but it went down past his ears, maybe about five inches past. And, Katrina just happened to be taller than him.
Laylia Perry Shay had known since first grade, when Laylia had been that weird new kid everybody wanted to poke. Or whatever first graders did to new kids. Laylia was around Katrina's height, if not just a little bit taller. Her had dark brown hair that was fairly long. It stopped just above her midsection. Naturally straight. Her eyes were hazel, and were actually small. Katrina would constantly call Laylia "Asian Eyes" just to get a rise out of her.
Not really anybody danced, but a few did just to be funny. Katrina did especially, just started doing these weird dances. Everybody was watching her, laughing. Pretty soon, Jaycee joined Katrina too.
Jaycee Frank was an in between. Her social category wasn't really decided; she was just too lighthearted to be categorized as a scene or emo. Jaycee had brown hair, ad it ran about four inches past her shoulders. Jaycee was one of the few people in the group who didn't straighten her hair every day or wear makeup, or that much makeup. Her eyes were very dark, and she was really skinny. Shay had known Jaycee since second grade, but her bond with her was tighter than Laylia's.
Jaycee and Katrina stopped dancing after a while. It wasn't that funny anymore, and with them moving around, the temperature inside the little room was increasing greatly. Kyleigh, standing next to Shay on the left, was murmuring something about them being weird.
Kyleigh Ztivomarbma by far had the strangest last name of them all, but she wasn't even close to being the strangest person there. Kyleigh was in the top five most popular people at Staley Meadows High School. Short, perfectly straight bright blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and an elegant face did everything for her, but it didn't help she had an amazing personality too. Kyleigh was naturally pretty, but she wore makeup, just like everybody else.
Marena McGrey was, frankly, freakishly skinny. She had been her whole life, but it wasn't because she was anorexic- she was just, well, skinny. And, very tall, at almost five eight. Her hair was a golden shade, and naturally straight, but she straightened it even more. She wore just a little bit of makeup, mostly to just make her stubby little lashes look longer.
And finally, Carson Grimes, Shay's boyfriend, and, like Katrina and Owen, had been since sixth grade. He was shorter than Shay, but that didn't matter. He had light brown hair that was trimmed short, like a normal jock style haircut. He used hair gel to spike up his bangs in the front, and to slick down the rest of his hair in the back, not allowing it to poof. He normally wore sweatpants or those long athletic shorts, and today he was wearing shorts, like most of the others there. It was the middle of May after all, and the heat was scorching. He was skinny, very skinny, and was on the track team. And incredibly fast. He had dark brown eyes, like many of the others.
Katrina held up her phone to her face and switched to a new song. It was a more commonly known song, and people began to sing along. The song, however, just happened to be Jaycee's favorite, and she couldn't help but start dancing. And she didn't try to be goofy with it, this time.
Katrina did, however, and she started jumping round in the tight space. Everybody else but Jaycee backed off, giving Katrina room to jump. Jaycee had danced her way over to the back wall, the one that wasn't glass. Shay felt a spark of worry ignite inside her when she realized how close Jaycee was to hitting one of those many colorful buttons on the wall…
Shay opened her mouth to warn Jaycee, but it was too late. Jaycee's shoelace was untied, and Jaycee's other foot caught the untied lace and sent the skinny girl falling backwards. Shay, knowing what was coming next, darted over to Carson. He could see it too, and he wrapped his arm around Shay's waist, holding her tight, fearing what those buttons would do. Jaycee's back struck about a dozen different buttons as it impacted with the wall. Jaycee made a groaning noise as she smacked against the wall.
Suddenly, the door began to close. Marena was the first to leap towards it, but it slid into a closed position incredibly fast. Owen went up and began to pound on the glass, but he couldn't even leave a mark. Katrina, all playing around eradicated from her, tried to ram into the door, but she couldn't leave dent ether. Even Carson, the sporty one, tried to break through the glass, but it was to no avail.
Then, it happened. A whooshing sound was heard, and Shay looked up to the ceiling of the room, which also happened to be glass. It sounded as if air was rushing out into the room, but she couldn't see anything. After a few seconds the noise stopped as abruptly as it had begun, but, almost in synch with each other, all nine of them began to cough.
And they coughed and coughed and coughed for about a minute straight. It wasn't just like a light cough, but a heavy, throat searing cough. It felt like Shay had swallowed razor blades every time she coughed it stung so bad. What happened? Was some kind of disease released into the air? So many possibilities were running through her mind, and with each one the fear in her heart grew heavier.
Fear was like a plague. A sickness, one that altered who you were. It snaked its way all through Shay, until it reached her head, making her do things she normally wouldn't do. Fear could alter your mind, make you a totally different person. And once others saw you go off the deep end into the orifice of despair, they would follow suit. Soon, you had an epidemic of fear on your hands. And that was exactly what happened in that little room.
"What happened?" a distraught wail pierced the noise of everyone's personal conversations. The wail was followed by a bout of extreme coughing from Kyleigh, who had spoken. Nobody said a word. Shay guessed their throats burned as bad as hers did.
Suddenly, the small television positioned in the corner, right beneath the ceiling, flickered to life. Everybody felt as if an incredibly weight had been lifted off of their shoulders as the television sprung on. They instantly stopped coughing. The pain in their throats was gone.
What appeared on the television's screen was a man. He had graying hair, similar to that of the monotone tour guide they had seen earlier that day. He had glasses and a lab coat on. He looked very professional, but there was a look of worry they could all see in his eyes.
"I need every one of you to step forwards, please," he said, anger, worry, and fear all laced into one tone of voice that he spoke in. Marena stepped forwards first, and the others could see the man's blue eyes narrow on the screen, as if he was looking very closely at the skinny girl.
One by one, every single one of them stepped forwards. Nothing else unusual had happened to them. Something, did, however, just feel different. It felt, well, wrong.
Shay bumped into Kyleigh's shoulder. Kyleigh turned her head to look at Shay, and Shay returned her gaze. When Kyleigh turned her head she was met with Kyleigh's stunning bright blue eyes. Only, something was different. Something was very wrong. Just around her black pupils was a line, lie the ring of light one would get if they stared into a circular mirror with a light, but there was none Kyleigh was gazing in. Unless Shay's eyes had been transformed into lighted mirrors, something was wrong. Shay could feel it in her gut.
"Your eyes!" Kyleigh screeched loudly, and she stumbled back, away from Shay. Say felt her heart leap into her throat when Kyleigh shrieked. Were those weird rings in her eyes too?
"What is it!" Shay yelled back at Kyleigh, voice clearly distraught.
Kyleigh's strange new eyes were round as eggs. All Shay could see was shock and fear in those bright blue orbs.
"There's… there's rings around your pupils! Almost like if you're looking into a lighted mirror…" Kyleigh managed to stammer out, her voice shaking with every word she spoke.
"It's… it's there in your eyes too."
Shay could see the look of pure horror etched into Kyleigh's face when Shay revealed the truth to Kyleigh. She had the strange rings in her eyes too. The rest of the friends had heard this conversation, and had all begun to look in each other's eyes. Shay gazed around, looking at all of them, and could see the shock on their faces. Sometimes she would make eye contact for a brief moment. She could see the rings in every one of her friend's eyes.
And there was that fear again, snaking out its long, bony fingers to grab her and pull her into the depths of a fear fueled oblivion. Shay was struggling to keep it together. If she had been alone, she would have shattered like glass when a rock was thrown straight at it. She'd be in tear right now, demanding to know what her life would be like now. She did, however, partially answer her own question. Her life would be different from now on. That was the only thing she knew. The picture still hadn't obtained its details.
The old man on the television screen cleared his throat. The wails of distraught instantly fell to a hushed silence in a matter of seconds. Everyone was, metaphorically, on the edge of their seats, dying to know just what was going on. Shay's eyes were glued to him, itching for him to open his damn mouth and speak. He parted his lips, but was interrupted faster than he could even get out a sound.
Carson, from somewhere behind Shay, yelled at the man on the television, ether not knowing or just not caring that he was about to speak and clarify all of this.
"What the hell is going on!" His voice was loud and full of authority. He wasn't asking what was going on. He was demanding to be told. Katrina shouldered her way through the others, up to the front on the room. She was standing right beneath the television and she stared right up at him. Shay couldn't see Katrina's dark brown eyes from here, or her face, but she was sure both were filled with anger and curiosity.
"Yea, tell us right now!" Katrina demanded, raising her arm to point one finger at the man on the television screen.
Shay watched as the man's face changed from expressionless to slightly agitated. He opened his mouth, and this time sound did come out. A very loud sound.
"Shut up! Both of you, right now!" he bellowed, clearly agitated by his tone and the look carved into his older face. "If you'd shut up, I'll tell you just what's going on."
Katrina and Carson both fell silent almost instantly- and no one else dared speak a word.
"Alright, when your friend here fell on the buttons back there," he said, motioning to Jaycee, who was standing in the back, hanging her head, ashamed. She knew she had caused this. Shay felt pity for her friend, knowing the gnawing guilt must be eating her alive.
"It released a strain of a virus into the room."
Nobody spoke. Shay felt her bottom lip begin to quiver in fear. It felt as if a tidal wave of many different emotions had crashed upon her and drowned her in a flash. She couldn't sort out one negative feeling from the other… she was just so overwhelmed. So confused.
"That virus is known as the Blue Plauge."
Without thinking, Shay just stepped forwards. She shoved her way through the crowd of her friends, not caring if they lost their footing. She kept moving until she got to the front of the room, standing next to Katrina. She too was giving the man on the TV a death stare.
"And what the hell is that!" she literally screamed at him, staring up at him with a fire in her eyes. The tidal wave of emotions had been pulled back out to sea, but left evidence of it's presence behind… this evidence was her explosive anger. She felt as if dynamite had just exploded inside of her, she was so furious. She wanted to know what was going to happen, and right now. Before she socked somebody in the face.
The man on the television inhaled deeply. Shay watched him intently, never removing her eyes from him for even a second. And she would not until she got her answers. Shay could see his face begin to grow pale… he was obviously reluctant to say.
"Well spit it out!" Marena snapped from somewhere close behind Shay.
"The Blue Plague was a disease we had been developing here. You may not know, but the world's population had reached ten billion." He trailed off, his blue eyes looking down, somewhere they couldn't see. He was obviously reluctant to tell them.
"So, the CDCs agreed we needed to make a disease… a… population control disease."
Silence. The most uncomfortable e silence ever fell upon the room. It felt as if all the air had just been sucked out in that instant, leaving everyone breathless and speechless. Shay was stunned. So, this disease they had just been infected with had been made for the sole purpose of killing the world? That's mainly what it was about. Population control was just a fancy word for it
Once the man had felt that the gruesome truth had sunk into the eight teens, he parted his thin lips again to continue.
"So we developed it. We had still been working on making it airborne when… well, you came along."
"So what do these freaky rings in our eyes mean!" Carson yelled again from the back of the room, not any more respectful than the first time he yelled at the man on the television. Why should he? He was developing a mass murder weapon.
The man on the television paused for a moment, absorbed in deep thought.
"Hurry up!" Laylia shouted at him. Patience was running on an all-time low with this crowd.
Katrina moved again from her position next to Shay, even closer to the television. She stared straight up and opened her mouth, but the man on the television glared down at her with those bright blue eyes, and Katrina did not utter a single word.
"From what we know about Carriers of this disease is they are identifiable by the ring around their pupils, which all eight of you have.
"And why are we Carriers?" Marena asked from behind Shay. Sounded like it was to the left, but she couldn't exactly pinpoint it.
"Your immune to it, like some people out there. It's developed so not everybody will die. However, when it enters your body, it registers something with you, and we don't know what, but that's how you're a Carrier."
Nobody said a word. They didn't exactly understand just what a carrier exactly was.
"You eight are the only thing possible to spread the disease," he said firmly, but there was a tone in his voice that he was about to drop ANOTHER bomb on them. "It's not airborne. We were still developing that."
Shay had kind of put the pieces of the puzzle together and figured out what was coming next.
"And, that was the only strain of the virus we had. And now it's in you. You eight have to spread this disease to the world. You don't have to spread it to EVERY human directly," he said, stressing this part clearly. "They will spread it to others. And remember, there will be a few other Carriers, and those who are immune. But do not be surprised when this population drops drastically."
Everyone is too stunned to speak. Carson had made his way to the front of the group. Shay felt his presence next to her, and she instantly shot her arms out to wrap them as tight as she could around his arm. Owen had his arms wrapped around Katrina. They thought the man on the television was done speaking. But oh no, he was far from tearing their former lives apart.
"The government doesn't know about the population control part. All they know is you eight are Carriers of a deadly disease that opposes a threat to the world. They will try to kill you." Then, the television went blank.
Shay felt like she had just read a novel that ended with the most dramatic cliffhanger one could ever formulate. Why would he tell them they're about to be killed by the Government, then abandon them? People these days. A loud sound shook her out of her thoughts. The door was opening again! Without second though, all eight of them raced out, the knowledge of what they now had to do heavy on their shoulders.