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really scared for the first time.
    “Just stay here,” I spoke low, trying to sound confident and in control, when really I was on the verge of freaking out as well. Tank was a nightmare by any standards, but this new version of him, the one John had worked so hard to bring back, well, that Tank was somehow even worse.  
    I slid out of bed and unsheathed my sword, just as the front door creaked open. A dark shadow flitted through the doorway and into the corner. It moved so fast I barely had time to register that it had happened. I couldn't tell how big it was either.  
    Great , I thought. He's in total stealth mode. At least if he came at me head-on I'd have a fair chance.
    I brought the blade up ready for attack, catching a sliver of moonlight from the high windows. The man stepped out of the shadows and slowly took his hood off. It was Moto.
    “What are you doing here?” I gasped, not knowing what to say.
    “What does it look like, genius? I'm rescuing you,” Moto said, sounding annoyed at my less than enthusiastic greeting. “Now grab Felicity and let's go.”
    “We can't leave,” I whispered back in reply. “John already told me that he'd kill Sam…my friend…if I tried to run. He's just a kid, man.”
    “We've already grabbed Sam,” Moto assured me. “You're the last item on the list. Now hurry.”
    I turned back to see that Felicity was out of bed, and already slipping her shoes back on. I returned my sword to its sheath and quickly pulled my sneakers on, grabbing my ring master coat for warmth.  
    “Stay right behind me and don't stop,” Moto cautioned us before turning and slinking out the front door.  
    We crept out the front door and past the two guards, now soundly snoring in front of the building. Moto darted between shadows cast by trees, encouraging us to do the same. We were less than a hundred feet down the hill, heading for the main road, when I first noticed the sound of low moaning all around me. After a moment, I realized it was the wind bringing the chorus of the dead up through camp, the sounds of the growing zombie army below were like a crashing wave of human suffering.  
    We came to a clearing and Moto just raced through it as fast as he could, trying to balance being in plain sight by not wasting any extra time there. When he was safely tucked back into the spidery shadows of the opposite tree line he beckoned for us, silently commanding that we follow his example once more. Felicity went first and I held my breath, listening for sounds of John's stealth warriors heading in our direction. All I heard was the ragged beating of my own heart.  
    We've got to make it , I thought. There's no turning back now. Otherwise, who knows what John will do to us all. No, it's full out fight or die time.
    Felicity was gesturing to me from the cusp of the gauzy shade cast by the large oak trees. I couldn't see Moto, but I assumed he'd gone on. Her face looked different, concerned in a strange way. I took off as fast as I could, nearly tripping as I raced across the open plain.
    Keep your knees up , I told myself. Dig in and give it all you've got.
    My heart beat fiercely in my chest. I could hear it thumping in my ears, along with my shallow gasping breaths, as I reached Felicity. She took me in her arms and, looking past her, I saw what had stirred her fear. Tank stood ahead of us, facing off with Moto. Before him, Apache knelt with his hands tied together with string. His right eye was bruised and swelling, but his face revealed no expression of defeat or even self-pity. He just looked like he was calmly biding his time until the situation was rectified, at total peace with it all. Little Sam however, looked like he was on the verge of coming completely unglued. Tank held the small kid by the throat several feet off the ground. Sam's eyes bulged, and his face turned a ripe shade of red as he struggled to free himself from the iron grip of his captor.  
    “Put him down and I will let you