Everybody began to scream as I swung my arm out, catching who I presumed was Joey. He stared at his arm in horror as I slid the knife out and aimed for his chest. He let out a loud, terrified scream only once before I punctured the center of his chest and tossed him aside. The other three had fled. Good. I stormed down the halls, checking the rooms. Years ago, this had been our prison. Me, Kansas, and Eisley were in one room, and countless other children were separated into others.
