Oh God, he sounds like he’s right on top of us.

I whip my head around. “There!” I say, pointing to a large, thick collection of bramble bushes and overgrown weeds. “Behind the bush!”

I dig my toes into the damp ground, trying to go as quick and quietly as I can. We crouch down and shuffle into the bush. The brambles scratch at my face and hands, but I shove myself in farther. Priya and Hazel do the same, and we huddle together, making ourselves as small as we can.

The thick trees block a lot of the beaming sun, so it’s not too bright down here, but it’s nowhere dark enough to guarantee they won’t see us behind the bush.

I duck my head and watch through the leaves as Evan comes into view.

Only Evan.

Where is Caleb? I didn’t hear another gunshot, so he’s probably not dead.

There are so many graves here.

I can’t help but look at them as I search for Caleb, too. Subtle bumps in the ground. If you didn’t know what was going on here, you probably wouldn’t notice at all. To us, it’s glaringly obvious.

“Piper,” Evan calls, drawling out my name like this is some sort of game.

To him, of course, it is. He has some delusion that I could actually still like him after this. How delusional is that? I hate him for what he’s done to us all. And I hate him double for making a fool out of me by getting me to care for him.

Well, that’s all over. I don’t care what happens to him now, though it would be perfect karma to watch him be locked up.

Priya sobs, against the palm of her hand.

“Hello, girls.”

My blood runs cold. Hazel takes off, Priya screams, and I slowly turn around. Caleb is standing above us.

“You might want to go with Hazel,” he says with a chuckle.

I grab Priya’s hand and drag her up with me. We take off back in the direction we came since that’s where Hazel is sprinting. Two sets of footsteps thunder after us.

I move faster, my legs like jelly after all of the exertion.

“Piper!” Evan shouts, his voice hitching up. He sounds excited. This is what they wanted when the doors were left open. This could have been me and Theo.

I push harder, my lungs burning, throat dry as a desert as I pant. A stitch stabs into my side, but I press on as fast as I can.

We dodge trees, I plant one foot to spring my body around a tree, and then another and then another.

“There!” I shout. Ahead is the clearing and beyond that is the building on fire. And flashing lights.

Flashing lights! The emergency vehicles are here.

“Run!” Hazel screams.