Tomorrow," Minho Added. "somehow, Some Way.

Sometimes They Do Things To Make Me Do The Opposite Of What They Think, I Think, They Think, I Am Going To Do.

Come On," Alec Said, Already Stomping Down The Ramp. "let's Find Us A Squirrel." He Swept The Weapon Back And Forth As He Walked, Looking For Any Interlopers. "or Better Yet, One Of The Crazies Who Might've Strayed Over Here. Too Bad These Things Have To Be Charged Or We Could Get Rid Of This Virus Problem In A Jiffy. Sweep These Old Neighborhoods Nice And Clean." Mark Joined Him On The Ground Below The Berg, Wary That Someone Might Be Watching From The Ruined Homes Surrounding Them Or From The Burnt Woods Beyond Those. "your Value Of Human Life Brings Tears To My Eyes," He Muttered.

Movement From Brenda Grabbed Thomas's Attention. He Looked To See Her Drop The Knife Away From Minho And Step Back, Absently Wiping The Small Trace Of Blood There On Her Pants. "i Really Would've Killed You, Ya Know," She Said In A Slightly Scratchy Voice. Almost Husky. "charge Jorge Again And I'll Sever An Artery." Minho Wiped At His Small Wound With His Thumb, Then Looked At The Bright Red Smear. "that's One Sharp Knife. Makes Me Like You More.

Can You Do That?” Thomas Asked. “huh?” “kill Someone Three Times.” “i’d Figure Out A Way.

Bluh-huh-huh" Minho Groaned, A Shudder Of Repulsion, Like He'd Just Stepped In A Pile Of Klunk.