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ng over each other in panic. Some dive under tables, others cling to walls, while a few desperately search for family or friends separated i

're made of paper. Arms, legs, and faces van

breath shallow and rapid. Beads of sweat are already forming on his f

ere. Not now,

need to move-quietly and quickly

doesn

trying not to attract any attention. The urgency seems to snap

there when I stop. As if reading my mind, Khalan pauses, too. We exchange a look-neither of us

r to his lips. Meanwhile, I spot an elderly woman and a child near the restaurant entrance, inching to

t hisses and turns, its eyes locking onto me. Good. The woman and child shuffle away, unnoti

iled, like a predato

Now!" And then, throwing caution to the wind, I bolt toward the wi

he broken frame, feeling shards of glass sc

almost out of breath, but then I spot a set of collapsed railings just ahead. An idea forms, wild

d throw myself to the side. The creature charges, unable to stop, and

s at my side in seconds, the teenagers

is pressed against a wall, staring as one of the creatures comes toward her. But as i

an bolts, disappearing into t

ing at the terrified kids with him. He gives

ind us. Creatures tearing through walls, screams ringing out