Chapters (62)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Map
- Newspaper Extract
- Survive
- One Hundred Miles
- So Many and So Fast
- Start to Die
- Fish in a Barrel
- Because of the Blood
- Can’t be Real
- Waiting to Die
- Panic
- None of Them
- Trapped
- Video Game
- Like Her Life Depends on It
- Before He Sees Us
- It’s Your Lucky Day
- Just a Shell
- The World’s Best Reality Show
- How Long
- No Matter What Happens
- The One Who Decides
- What You Need to Do
- One Last Time
- The Biggest Secret Ever
- What They Want Me to Believe
- Who He Really Is
- People Like You
- I Believe She Is Saying
- Wake Up
- We Told You What Would Happen
- Slowly, Slowly
- Everything Is Under Control
- Come with Me
- The Last Thing They’d Expect
- They Can’t Shoot All of Us
- Go Down Swinging
- Not Running Away
- If You’re Going to Lie
- Every Rattle and Click
- Infinitesimal
- No Safe Place
- I Didn’t Know
- Straight to the Source
- Nothing but the Breathing
- Anything Other Than Killing
- You Honestly Believed
- Three Inches Away
- Not Anymore
- Refusing to Crack
- On the Trigger
- Over
- All Too Much
- Together, We Can Make a Difference
- A Note From the Author
- Other Mysteries by April Henry
- Honors for April Henry
- About the Author
- Newsletter Sign-up
She’s only a dozen feet away. But something is stretched across the exits. Cable bike locks, black rubber-coated braided steel, now link together the silver handles of each pair of doors. She pushes on the nearest door anyway. It opens an inch before the cable catches it.
In the door glass, she sees people running from other exits through the parking lot into the gathering dusk.
Miranda’s trapped. She and all the people behind her. There’re only two ways out of this hall. One is through the locked doors. The other is through the food court, where the shooting started. Where the few remaining people are frantically trying to leave before they die.
And any minute, one of those men will come running down the escalator and finish what they started.
Video Game
VIDEO GAME
3:58 P.M.
It’s like a video game. That’s what Cole Bond tells himself as he runs along the edge of the food court, sheltered by the overhang, past the bodies that lie crumpled on the linoleum floor.
That lady in the blouse who got shot first, she wasn’t real. None of this is real. It’s just an excellent animation. Maybe on one of these 3-D TV sets they have now. If he wanted, he could press the pause button. And if he turned around, his own couch would be at his back. He could get up and go to the fridge in the garage and get another beer.
He tries to tell himself that these bodies never existed outside the game. They never had real lives that got cut short. The coppery smell hanging in the air, that’s just his imagination.
When Cole’s feet slip in blood, it becomes harder to deny reality.
But he has to. Because if he acknowledges that all this is here and now and real, if he acknowledges what just happened with his two older brothers, then something inside Cole will break.
Ahead of him, a girl in one of those Muslim headscarves is trying to pull down Culpeppers’s metal security shutter. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.
Cole can’t do anything for the lifeless bodies on the floor, but maybe he can stop this surreal horror from happening to more people.
Like Her Life Depends on It
LIKE HER LIFE DEPENDS ON IT
3:59 P.M.
Miranda has to get out of here. To get to any of the other exits, she is going to have to cut back through the food court. But there’re fewer and fewer people left alive out there, and those few are even more obvious targets. She ventures back to where the hall meets the food court. In front of LA Nails, sheltered by the overhang, she tries to figure out what to do. How to stay alive.