[ Oh. ... wow. Did he want the story about how Thomas (and, probably, Brenda) found out about that? Maybe another time. Or never. He shook his head. ]
Here I thought those shuck things couldn't get much creepier.
[ Sure showed him, hadn't they? But then, he wasn't really afraid of Cranks. Only of numbers. Was it easier to forget that they had been human once, seeing the later stages? Not that it had stopped him from picking up a nearby object and bludgeoning one even without that, so he dismissed the thought as pointless.
It was difficult not to think of Winston, sickly pale and with his lips stained black with vomit. Difficult, but they needed to focus on the task at hand. ]
Should we tell the others?
[ How sure could they be that the things would stay put unless disturbed? Minho didn't look back to ask, heading instead toward the next building over that was still standing. Another storefront, though the glass windows were long gone, and it was hard to guess what it might have once been. ]
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Here I thought those shuck things couldn't get much creepier.
[ Sure showed him, hadn't they? But then, he wasn't really afraid of Cranks. Only of numbers. Was it easier to forget that they had been human once, seeing the later stages? Not that it had stopped him from picking up a nearby object and bludgeoning one even without that, so he dismissed the thought as pointless.
It was difficult not to think of Winston, sickly pale and with his lips stained black with vomit. Difficult, but they needed to focus on the task at hand. ]
Should we tell the others?
[ How sure could they be that the things would stay put unless disturbed? Minho didn't look back to ask, heading instead toward the next building over that was still standing. Another storefront, though the glass windows were long gone, and it was hard to guess what it might have once been. ]