Lalon reached up for the edge of the pit. His legs trembled and threatened to collapse, his knees were like rubber, his muscle like jelly. People roared and applaud somewhere else, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before someone came back here.
He reached and reached, his fingers clawing the edges of the pit, but the dirt there was looser, the edges scalloped from shovel blades and weakness by the weight of people leaning over to look at the pit fights. He dug his fingernails into the dirt, scrabbling, sending showers of soil down onto his face. He sputtered and coughed and spit it out; he shook his head like a dog to get the dirt out of his eyes, and reached one hand to pull Benny up.
Then something closed around his wrist. It was sudden, immediate, and as hard as iron. And abruptly he- with holding Benny's hand- was being pulled out of the pit.
He opened his mouth to cry out and fight, but a second hand clamped down over his mouth.
Lalon and Benny are caught!
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The Ruins Part 2 (Sequel to The Ruins)
Horror[Completed 2019] Book 2. Read The Ruins first to the second book: Three months have passed since the gruesome battle with Charlie Marion Pink-Eye and the KillGames in the Infected-infested mountains of the Ruins. It's also three months now Mal and t...
