Book One in the Rotting World Series "We need to run!" I yell, looking at my friends as the door splinters. I can see in their faces all the fear that we've bottled up. The pain. The sadness. We have to keep fighting through this, we're this close to the cure. And for once, they're looking to me for guidance. "Look, we don't have much time." I flinch as a hand bursts through the door. "As soon as that door opens and they get through it's over."
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