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An eardrum-riving shriek filled the house.
He couldn’t see a thing, but he heard those creatures slamming through tables and chairs as they came for him. He tore back through the kitchen, shutting the door after him and launching down the single step into his perfect square of grass.
Past the doghouse.
Toward the fence.
Glass broke behind him.
As he reached the gate that opened into the alley, he glanced back, saw one of those things climbing through the kitchen window as the other two flung themselves into the back door.
He flipped open the hasp and dug his shoulder into the gate.
ETHAN
The shrieks of the abbies were less than a block away as Ethan lowered himself through the opening, grabbed hold of the handle on the underside of the trapdoor, and pulled it closed above him.
The tu
He searched, but there was no lock on this side of the hatch, no method of securing it against the world above.
Ethan descended the ladder, twenty-five rungs down to the floor of a tu
It was a six-by-six culvert of crumbling concrete, broken by roots and vines, and a couple thousand years old. It ran beneath the town, and, aside from the cemetery, it represented the last original construction leftover from twenty-first-century Wayward Pines.
It felt cold and dank and ancient.
People stood single file, their backs against the walls like schoolchildren assembled for some terrifying drill. Tense. Expectant. Shivering. Some wide-eyed, others blank-faced, as if in complete denial of what was happening.
Ethan jogged up the tu
“Everybody in?” she asked.
“Yeah. Lead the way. Hecter and I will bring up the rear.”
As Ethan moved back down the line, he held his finger to his lips, urging silence.
When he passed his wife and son, he caught Theresa’s eye and winked, squeezing her hand as he hurried by.
They had already begun to move as he neared the end.
He pulled the last torchbearer out of line. She tended bar at the Biergarten on weekends. Maggie something.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked.
She was young, scared.
Ethan said, “Just hold your light. It’s Maggie, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m Ethan.”
“I know.”
“Let’s go.”
The group moved slowly enough as a whole for Ethan, Hecter, and Maggie to backpedal without fear of falling. The torchlight flickered across the crumbling concrete, illuminating an empty stretch of tu
There was the sound of footsteps in water, a few hushed voices, and little else.
As they traveled, Ethan’s mind wandered to Theresa and Ben. They were only fifty feet away, but he didn’t like being any distance from them under these conditions.
They came to a junction.
Maggie’s torch momentarily illuminated the intersecting tu
For a split second, Ethan thought he heard screams echoing down through the dark, but they were lost to the sound of his group’s passage.
“Are we doing okay?” Maggie asked.
A tremor in her voice.
“Yes,” Ethan said. “We’ll be safe soon.”
“I’m cold.”
Her costume for the fкte was a bikini under a raincoat, and fur-lined boots.
Ethan said, “We’ll have a fire where we’re going.”
“I’m scared.”
“You’re doing great, Maggie.”
Two junctions later, they hung a right into a new tu
As they passed an old iron ladder that climbed into darkness, Ethan stopped.
“What’s that sound?” Hecter asked.
Ethan looked at Maggie. “Let me have your torch.”
“Why?”
He grabbed it and handed her his shotgun.
Climbed with one hand on the rungs, one hand gripping the torch.
After ten steps, Hecter’s voice reached up from below.
“Ethan, not to complain, but I can’t see a thing down here.”
“I’ll be back in one minute.”
“What are you doing?” Maggie called out. There were tears in her voice, but Ethan kept climbing, until his head bumped against the hatch. He clung to the top rung of the ladder, the trapdoor lit by the firelight, the flame warm near his face.
Maggie and Hecter were still calling out to him.
He eased the trapdoor open.
Compared to the tu
The noise that had drawn him up the ladder was screaming.
Human screaming.
And what he saw, he didn’t know how to process.
How do you make sense of people ru
You process it piecemeal.
A string of indelible images.
Shrieks from the nearest house as an abby plows through the front window.
Three abbies ru
Thirty yards away, an abby pulling out loops of intestine and shoveling them into its jaws as the man pi
In the middle of Main Street, a large abby on top of Megan Fisher, violating her.
A dozen bodies already scattered across Main, most lying absolutely still in puddles of their own insides, two barely crawling, three being eaten alive.
Like a horrific game, no one ru
Ethan had the urge to go above ground and help. Save someone. Just one person. Kill just one of those monsters.
But it would be death.
He didn’t even have his shotgun.
This group—one quarter of Wayward Pines—had been ambushed en route to their trapdoor.
No weapons save a few machetes. But would it really matter if they’d all been armed? Would it matter for Ethan’s group if the abbies discovered the tu
A terrifying thought.
Think about your family.
They’re below you right now.
They need you.
They need you alive.
“Ethan!” Maggie shouted. “Come on!”
Above ground, a man shot past, ru
The abby chasing him was on all fours and closing fast, and as the man glanced back, Ethan recognized him as Jim Turner, the town dentist.
A second abby collided with Jim at full speed, the man’s neck snapping from the brute force of the impact.
The questions were inescapable—what if Ethan hadn’t made this revelation to the town? What if he’d let them kill Kate and Harold, go on with things the way they’d always been? These people would certainly not be dying right now.
Ethan carefully lowered the trapdoor and descended.
Maggie was hysterical below him, Hecter trying to comfort her.
Ethan reached the bottom, traded back the torch for the gun, and said, “Let’s go.”
They moved quickly up the tu
“What was happening up there?” Maggie asked.
Ethan said, “One of the other groups didn’t make it underground in time.”
Hecter said, “We have to help them.”
“There is no helping them.”
“What does that mean?” Maggie asked.
Ethan glimpsed a shimmer of torchlight in the distance and quickened his pace.
He said, “We need to focus on getting our people to safety. Nothing else.”