He had something in his arms and with a sickening twist of my gut, I realised it was a small boy, one of the new kids. His mouth was agape, his throat slit and blood still oozing from the wound as Benjamin tossed him onto a few other bodies laying in the truck bed with a thump that made me still. Fear coiled like a snake in my stomach and I couldn’t make my legs move as I watched.
thats crazy....
