Now in the city, we prepare to run into the craziness that was once a grocery that is now kept up by the pack to create struggle. Michael and I are going through the produce department getting fresh things for immediate consumption once we get home. That is always the job of the teenage volunteers. We get apples, oranges, bananas, and berries, just as planned. We run to the grapes, forcing ourselves not to cry. The next instant, the same man from the pack that shot Drew is standing in front of me.
"How's your friend?" he teases. "I was hoping to apologize for the mix-up. Oh, not so well, huh? Your cry-o-meters seemed to have switched your categorization to crybabies." He cackles, and before I realize what is going on, Michael is on top of him, wrestling him to the ground. He composes himself, but it's too late. The man jumps up and pulls out a baseball bat.
"Michael!" I can't help but scream, though it's no use. He's hit over the back of the head and falls into my arms. The man races away as I crouch to my knees.
"Anna, we need to get him back," John says. I'm screaming on the inside, but somehow he stays calm. I nod and we run out to the truck, carrying Michael. We lay him across the back seat and race to get in ourselves. John starts the truck, and I focus on the faded stripes on the road as he drives.
"What happened?" I don't even realize we are home until she asks me this. Laelynn is standing beside where I sit in the kitchen.
"Come in here please." Grandma Elle calls from down the hall, and I run to the bedroom. "He's awake." She walks out of the room as I go in.
"Michael?"
"That's my name, isn't it?" He laughs. I bring the chair from the desk over to sit next to him.
"Yeah. How's your head?" His eyes meet mine as I ask.
"I'm okay."
"What did you do?" Eleise runs in and hugs him.
"He tripped as far as I know. No one would say anything." Laelynn frowns as she comes and sits next to me.
"Little pack action is all." Michael grins.
"What happened, you two?" Dad comes in and puts his hand on my shoulder. "It looked like there was a fight and I couldn't find you. The only reason we knew to come home was because John radioed us."
"Sorry. There was a little... pack incident."
"You two go outside, please. I would like to talk to them." He addresses this statement to Eleise and Laelynn, and they leave. "What happened?"
"The man was there." I clear my throat as I say it.
"The man?" Michael and I look at each other. He bites his lip and nods; he's going to tell him.
"The man that killed Drew."
"And you just let him hit you over the head?"
"No. Michael tackled him, but then he composed himself. After that, the man pulled out a baseball bat and hit him over the head." I offer the explanation.
"Yeah." Michael says, and with that, my dad is satisfied.
"I want him dead. Stupid pack..." Dad mumbles as he walks out the door.
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