“We move, or we die!”
But Hannah suddenly speaks behind me.
Quiet.
Terrified.
“There’s gas.”
Everybody freezes.
I turn instantly.
She’s staring at the vents overhead.
Oh hell.
Thin white vapor begins leaking slowly through the ceiling grates.
The doctor wipes blood from her mouth and smiles again.
“Recovery sedation.”
Lucas swears violently.
“They’re trying to put everybody under!”
Not everybody.
Me.
Hannah.
The children.
Subjects.
The lullaby grows louder.
The gas thickens.
And Hannah’s knees suddenly buckle beneath her.
I catch her before she hits the floor.
Her eyes flutter weakly toward mine.
“Clay…”
Fear slices straight through my chest.
Because I can feel her slipping away.
49
Hannah
The lullaby won’t stop.
