The group ran because stopping meant having to think. And thinking meant breaking. And breaking meant losing. Adrian was ahead, sprinting blindly through the dark, his vision tunneling, his heart slamming so violently against his ribs it hurt. Stacy’s limp body was cradled in his arms, impossibly light, terrifyingly still, and her blood soaking into his clothes, warm, sticky, and real. Each step sent a jolt of pain through his body, but he didn’t feel it. All he felt was the unbearable weight of his little sister's unmoving chest against his. Her head lolled weakly against his shoulder, her hair damp with blood, her face far too pale, far too quiet. “Hold on,” Adrian whispered hoarsely, the words tearing out of him as a plea ripped straight from his soul. “Please… just hold on. I haven't treated you like a little sister yet.” He didn’t know if she could hear him. He didn’t know if she was still there. But he kept talking anyway. Behind him, Gloria stumbled, her ste
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