Smoke.
That's what all Gerry could make out. Smoke as far as the eye could see. His ears pierced with the screams of the rabbits around him, hurling themselves down the halls, hoping to escape the fire that was engulfing the building around them. Gerry's eyes watered, and he pushed his way through the thick smoke, coughing, wanting to blink but knowing it would hurt too much. He passed by a room and saw the body of a lifeless rabbit, likely having succumbed to smoke inhalation, but nobody he knew. His lack of personal attachment didn't alleviate his guilt, however, but he didn't have the time to focus on it. Gerry pushed his way through the smoke, spotting the dented railing, where they had gone over. Gerry approached the spot and glanced over the edge, spying their body lying on the floor below, their neck broken. A sickening sight, but not undeserved. He turned and spotted the others body lying there, lifeless. He sighed and shook his head. After all that, they wouldn't live to see a world without the lab after all. Gerry wanted to shout their name, hoping they would respond, but he was afraid to open his mouth, the ashy taste in the air choking him instantly. Then he felt a pair of paws on him, turning him around, and he was face to face with Number Two. The two locked eyes. "We have to leave," he said, his face smeared with blood and soot, "Now." *** It was dark outside when The Collective began gathered, waiting to head towards the lab. Everyone was murmuring, their voices low, somewhat wavy, the sound of fear present in many of them. Stone was waiting at the front entrance of The Hollow, looking out at the group, her eyes welled up with tears. She heard someone approach and stop beside her, also looking out in the same direction. It was Nickel. "I hope they know what they've volunteered for," she said. "I think they do," Stone said, "Most are from the lab, or are Richardsons Sister Rabbits. They follow orders, they feel a community they have to protect and defend. They know what they signed up for." "...this isn't going to end well, is it?" Nickel asked, and Stone shrugged. "That's not up to me to say," Stone replied, before sighing, adding, "Nickel, you have one job; when this group leaves, you're taking our group, the remainders from the Hollow, and you're heading the opposite direction. Do not stop even when the sun comes up. Because if they fail at what they're about to do, we need to be as far fucking away from this area as possible." "Yes ma'am," Nickel said, "You're not coming?" "I'm going with them," Stone said, "You forget, I was one of the original Special Seven. I feel just as obligated to torch the place as everyone else out there." The two stood there momentarily, not speaking, until Stone sighed and turned to face Nickel. "Whatever happens," Stone said, "Don't stop running. And if I never see you again, it was good knowing you." "You too, ma'am," Nickel said. Stone hugged her friend, and then turned and walked out of the Hollow, leaving Nickel there to watch. She didn't want to be pessimistic, but she certainly couldn't help but feel like this was the last time she'd ever see her friend. And she wasn't the only one having this feeling; inside the Hollow, in a burrow towards the back, Mipsy was preparing for her own exit while Paw Paw watched. Paw Paw had only known her for a matter of weeks, but it had felt like a lifetime, and now she may never see her again. So many things she still wanted to say, but unsure of how to say them. After a bit of packing her satchel, repeating map areas to herself under her breath, Mipsy finally turned to face Paw Paw, and her face fell. She didn't know what to say either. The two stood there, staring at one another for a moment, until finally Paw Paw broke the silence and spoke. "You'd better come home," she said. "I will," Mipsy said, "And then we find better home. All of us. Beside, I'm the map. Gerry won't let anything happen to me." "That's probably true, knowing him, but still, I felt it needed to be said," Paw Paw said, "...before you and your friends came looking for Gerry, before you all found the Sister Rabbits, I had a lot of trouble making friends. Even now I feel like I don't really fit in here with the rest of you. Except for you. You made me feel like I fit in." "That good, prolly cause I don't fit in neither," Mipsy said, "That way, we not fit in together." "Sound reasoning," Paw Paw said, smirking at this logic, "Still, don't you lie to me and tell me you'll come back and then not. I couldn't handle that kind of loss." "I promise," Mipsy said, standing on her hind legs, putting one paw over her heart, "Cross my heart. I come back." "...i love you," Paw Paw said, and Mipsy nodded. "I love you too," she replied. Outside, Number Two approached Minerva and Dice, who were sitting under a tree, waiting for Gerry and Kevin to lead them. Gerry was still in the Hollow, but where was Kevin? That was the question. They couldn't leave without him, after all, the fire had been his plan originally. Number Two stopped by the foxes and look up at them. They both looked down and smiled at him. "You seem chipper for what's about to go down," Number Two, "What's got you two so happy?" "I think it's a mixture of the relief we'll feel when this is all over and the terror we feel before that relief," Dice said, making Number Two chuckle as Minerva nodded. "She nailed it," Minerva said, "That's exactly what it is." "Have you two seen Kevin?" They hadn't. Nobody had, it turned out. This didn't worry Number Two, exactly, as he knew Kevin wouldn't have gone ahead of them, but...he'd be lying if Kevins sudden absence didn't make him somewhat unsettled. He'd been spending more and more time alone these last few days, and while he'd always been a bit on the introverted side comparatively to the others in the Collective, this was a bit much, even for him. Number Two glanced around and spied Six and Gerry coming out of the Hollow, followed by Mipsy and Paw Paw. Richardson was talking to some of his Sister Rabbits, and everyone seemed to be accounted for... ...except for Kevin. Kevin, as it turned out, was at the only place he really wanted to be anymore. Number Four's grave. Sitting beside it, his eyes shut, his breathing shallow, he knew he wanted to say something to her, but what, exactly? He sighed and opened his eyes a bit, speaking softly. "Ellen, I may not come back," he said, "I may see you sooner than we thought. We're leaving to bring the fire to THEM today. I'm doing this for you. I just...I wish you were here, to see what I've accomplished. But, I'm also glad you're not, because if something happened to you now, or something happened to me and you survived, I don't think either of us would like that. Maybe this is the way it had to be all along, I don't know. But I may not come back here, so if you never hear my voice again...that's why. But please don't think it's because I abandoned your resting place, because I never would. I love you, even if you're gone. I always will," he said, tears rolling slowly down his face. Kevin then picked up his stick in his mouth and headed back towards the Hollow, glancing only once back at her headstone, unsure whether he'd ever see it again or not. When Kevin finally arrived, he found Number Two, Richardson, Mipsy, Gerry and Stone all standing in a circle in front of The Collective. "Does Nickel know what she's to do?" Gerry asked, and Stone nodded. "Yes, I told her," Stone replied, "She won't deviate from my orders." "Good," Gerry said, looking at Kevin, "Are we ready?" "...yes," Kevin said, "I'm ready." "Light it!" Gerry shouted, and with that all the rabbits lowered their sticks to the ground, lining up before a small fire pit the rabbits had built the night before, where Salt had, using flint she'd stolen from the lab, started a fire. The rabbits walked by, one by one, lowering the end of their sticks into the fire pit and getting the tips ignited. Once all the sticks were lit, Stone and Gerry tied each of the sticks to the backs of the rabbits, so they wouldn't have to carry them in their mouths to the lab. Gerry and the leaders lit theirs, and Gerry headed to the front of the group. He looked out at the sea of faces peering back at him, and he sighed. "Let's move!" he shouted, "Let's burn THEM!" *** Walking through the woods, heading towards the lab for, presumably, one final time, Number Two couldn't shake something in his head. He jogged up a bit to catch up with Gerry, and walked alongside him. Gerry looked over at Number Two and smiled. "What's our exit strategy?" Number Two asked, "I mean, sure, in and out of the vents, no problem. But what's our actual exit strategy provided we manage to get back out?" "We run. That's it, that's all I've got," Gerry said, "I know that it's not well thought out or prepared or anything but...to be quite frank, Paul, I don't know that I thought we'd need one." "Jesus, that's not the answer I wanted to hear," Number Two replied, making Gerry chuckle. "We'll run, we'll run as far and fast as we can. Stone has Nickel moving the rest of the group upwind from where we were. We'll head that direction, and we're likely to come across them at some point. No matter what, just stick by my side and we'll get eachother out of there, alright?" Gerry said, Number Two nodding in agreement. "You got it, chief," Number Two said, sighing, "...Gerald, I...I want to apologize. I didn't believe in you in the beginning, and I...I fought with you constantly about whether leaving the lab was not only possible but even the right thing to do. I want to apologize for that. I was...so scared of being anywhere else that I let my fear cloud my judgement, and that's not okay. I'm sorry I didn't support you sooner." "You had every reason to be cautious, and your cautiousness is what saved us time and time again," Gerry said, "Only when you began throwing caution to the wind did you start risking your life for reasons you never understood before, but neither was a bad way to live." "Thank you," Number Two said, trying not to cry, "I trust you now. I have for a long time." "And I trust you," Gerry said, "So let's finish this thing, side by side." Further back, Kevin was walking with Mipsy, but he wasn't paying attention to anything she was saying. After a bit, she nudged him in the shoulder and he finally looked over at her and smiled. "Sorry," Kevin said, "I wasn't purposefully ignoring you, I hope you know." "I know," Mipsy said, "You say bye to Number Four?" "...yeah," Kevin said after a pause, "I did...now I only hope I can say hello to her again." "Don't worry, I get you out of lab," Mipsy said proudly, "I'm the map. I know where go. Stay with me, you be fine." Kevin smiled. He knew he at least still had a real friend in Mipsy, and he appreciated that. But he also knew he had something to do before he could leave, and that was get Steve's feet from the garden. He wouldn't be able to stay by Mipsy's side, so he only hoped she would wait for him if he needed her to. He was depending on Mipsy to save all their asses. He hoped that that much responsibility wouldn't be too much pressure, but he also knew Mipsy could handle it. She was, after all, one of the ones who came up with the plan to finally put Dodger down, when nobody else could. As they marched ever onwards, most of the walk was silent. Nobody really spoke much, and when they did it was often in hushed whispers and shallow voices. Finally, after what felt like hours, they reached the lab. There it was, standing tall and menacing as ever, across the field from the treeline. Everyone stopped and looked ahead at it. Gerry told everyone to wait, and then he, Number Two, Kevin, Mipsy and the foxes walked up into the field and waited. Salt was sitting on Kevins back, holding gently onto his ears so she wouldn't slide off. After a few moments, a large shadow loomed overhead and finally landed in front of them. "Lorna," Gerry said. "Gerald," she replied, "I see you have brought almost everybody." "We're gonna need all the help we can get," Kevin said, "You know what you're doing, right?" "Yes," Lorna said, "I have been collecting sticks all afternoon. Salt set fire to another pit only a minute away from here. After you all exit the lab, I swoop down, grab stick, light it and drop them all one by one around lab in circular motion. This way it prevent anyone else from exiting." "Exactly," Gerry said, "We don't know what direction we're going to run in, but rest assured, it will be away from the fire." This made everyone chuckle; a much needed moment of brevity to ease the anxiety and dread. "I'm going to go ahead," Salt said, "Unlock the vents, and then we're going to get everyone in, one at a time. Once everyone is inside, it's a free for all. They can light wherever they can find a flammable surface, of which I guarantee there are many. Not to mention some of the compounds I'm sure THEY work with are flammable as well. This place is going to explode like a barrel of dynamite." "Remember," Gerry said, turning to face the others, "When we exit, just run back towards the Hollow. Don't stop, don't wait for anyone, just run. We'll all convene and find one another after the fact, okay? I know it sounds selfish, but it's the only way to make sure enough of us get out of there alive. Salt, get to the vents." Salt slid down off Kevin and looked at him, nodding; they'd made an arrangement that he'd be the first one in, and once he was, she and Kevin would leave to find the garden while Gerry and Stone got everyone else in through the vents. Salt was the only one who really knew where the place was, as she'd only taken them to it once before, so he needed her direction. Salt hurried across the field and got to the vent nearest the ground, taking her small tool from her pack and unscrewing the covering, carefully lowering it to the grass so it wouldn't make a sound. She then looked back, nodded, and the rabbits began their approach, Kevin first. Kevin slid into the vent after Salt and they scurried ahead, leaving Gerry and the other "leaders" to help the other rabbits inside. Lorna, meanwhile, flapped her wings and took off into the sky, heading to her group of sticks she'd bundled nearby, so she'd be ready when she was signaled. Kevin and Salt were gone before anyone even noticed, except Gerry, who merely grimaced and shook his head, turning back to continue helping the other rabbits into the vent. After everyone had gotten in and gotten through, he and Number Two led them all down the vents to the nearest room they could find. Salt had already unscrewed the inside vents so they could just push their way in without her help. As Gerry pushed the screen off the vent and poked his head into the lab, he was surprised to find it was...empty? Had they taken a wrong turn? He lowered himself down and looked around as another rabbit, one named Maurice, dropped next to him and squinted. "Where are the other rabbits?" Maurice asked. "I must've gotten it backwards, we need to go the other way. I've only been in their area once, so forgive me," Gerry said, heading back in as he spotted Number Two sniffing the air. "Do you smell that?" Number Two asked, and Gerry looked back at Maurice pulling his torch off his back. The light illuminated the room, filled with black snakes, gas exiting out of every hole. Gerry wanted to scream, but before he could even speak, the gas emitted from the black snakes were lit by the fire of Maurice's torch and the whole room went up in a blaze, exploding, shaking the vents. Gerry coughed and opened his eyes, trying to see through. "Jesus christ!" a rabbit screamed, "Jesus christ!" "Is everyone okay?" Gerry asked, "Is everyone..." He turned and looked at Number Two. "How did THEY know?" he asked. "Because we've come back before," Number Two said, "THEY'RE merely protecting themselves. THEY knew we'd come back again. THEY has us all figured out, Gerald." "Nobody else pull your torches until I say so!" Gerry said, "We're heading the other direction!" "That explosion is gonna cause someone to come look," Stone said, sounding worried, and at that moment the alarms blared. Everyone looked scared, but Gerry stepped up to the plate. "Alright, everyone, ignore the sounds, head the other direction, just follow Stone! She'll lead you to where you have to go!" Gerry said, "I'll meet you there!" He turned and headed past Number Two. "Where are you going!?" Number Two asked loudly. "To get Jasmine," Gerry said. *** Kevin and Salt were halfway to the garden when the sound of the explosion resonated throughout the vents. They stopped, momentarily taken aback by the slight shaking sensation it caused, and glanced at one another before heading onwards. Salt looked at her feet as they walked and sighed. "Why are you doing this instead of helping them?" she asked. "Out in the woods one day, I was chased by a hunter. During this chase, I wound up somehow back at the lab, and the hunter shot one of THEM by accident. On THEIR person, THEY had a keychain with one of Steve's feet. The fourth foot, the one we never recovered. When THEY blew him up, they handed out his feet like fucking prizes and used them as keychains. I buried it in the woods, and I promised it that one day I'd come back, I'd get his other feet and I'd bury them with the fourth one. Gerry has his promises, I have mine, and just like him I intend to keep it. Steve was my best friend, and he doesn't deserve to die twice in this miserable fucking place." "...you're a good friend, Kevin," Salt said, "I'm sorry he died." "Yeah, me too," Kevin said. They arrived at the vent for the garden and Salt undid the covering. They made their way in, and looked around. It looked untouched, just like they'd seen it last time. Kevin smiled, remembering the nice time he'd had here with Ellen, and after allowing himself a moment of peace, he pushed onward. He remembered exactly where they'd buried Steve's remaining feet, and quickly headed to that spot. As he began to dig, Salt sat and watched. "...I admire what you're doing, you know," she said, "Everything you've done. I know the others probably don't say it as often as they should, but you've really managed to hold this group together until Gerry got back. Now look at you, still doing things for the dearly departed, because you believe they deserve better. That's admirable as all hell." "Thank you," Kevin said, pulling Steve's feet out of the dirt and tucking them into his pack. He sighed, turned and headed back to the vent. He helped Salt back inside the vent as well, and together the two headed down, back to the rest of the group. *** Gerry entered a room, Number Two at his side, just the two of them, as they searched for Jasmine's cage. Gerry knew where she was, he just wasn't exactly sure what part of it she was in. But he'd recognize the room the moment they entered it. He shook his head, he should've brought Mipsy with him, but she was more needed with the group. "This is ridiculous," Number Two said, "I know she's a friend, but she never wanted to leave to begin with, you said so yourself. Why go through all this trouble for one rabbit who doesn't care about leaving than help rescue the whole group that does?" "She may not want to leave, but that doesn't mean she deserves to be burnt to a crisp in here," Gerry said, "She should at least get a chance to make that choice. That's what I'm giving her, that last chance. If she decides to stay, then so be it." Gerry nosed open another door, and grinned. This was it. He looked up at the shelves above and pulled his torch, holding it up so he could see in the darkness. Number Two stopped and watched, sighing. This was ridiculous, even if he did understand Gerry's reasoning. Gerry finally found her cage and tapped it with his torch. "Jasmine!" he said in a hushed shout, "Jasmine!" "You really came," she said, coming to the side of her cage, "You're a fool, you know that?" "Jasmine, I'm just here to give you an option, do you want to-" "You shouldn't have come here, they're here," she said softly, and as Gerry whipped his torch around, he was face to face with the guard dogs snarling teeth. He stopped, frozen in fear, suddenly unable to move. The guard dog, Richards, grinned as he approached, pushing Gerry back against the cabinets. "How nice of you to come," he said, just as a torch jabbed him against the side of the face, and he yelped in pain before snapping his head to Number Two, holding his torch. "That was for my fucking ear," Number Two said, his brow furrowed, glaring at him, "You leave us alone, and I won't burn the rest of your goddamned face off your skull. Back away, NOW." Richards chuckled and looked back at Gerry, still grinning. "I've waited a long time for this, and there's no lab dog to save you now," he said, opening his mouth, ready to attack, when suddenly there was an orange blur and Minerva was on top of him, biting at his neck. Number Two, shocked she'd followed them, grabbed Gerry and pulled at him, leading him away back into the darkness from the fight. In the struggle, they bumped the shelf, and Jasmine's cage fell to the floor, smashing open. She climbed out and took off in another direction. Richards rolled over atop Minerva and grinned looking down at her, snarling. "How nice, they got another friend to fight their battles for them, the cowards!" Richards said. "They're braver then you'll ever be," Minerva said, and with that she lunged up and attached her jaw to his throat, ripping at it. Richards shrieked in pain, as Number Two and Gerry took off, out a door and into the main hall. The alarm began to blare, and smoke began to fill the surrounding area. The group must've found their targets and began burning. Number Two looked at Gerry as smoke billowed out into the halls and began to surround them. "Paul-" Gerry said, but Number Two hugged him and looked into his eyes. "Don't die," he said, before heading back to help Minerva, disappearing into the black of night. Gerry turned around and around, confused about where to go next. Things had already gone so off track, he wasn't sure he knew how to get them back on track. He paced in circles momentarily, before spotting one of THEM coming out of a room and shouting at him. Gerry turned and took off, THEM hot on his heels. He weaved throughout the halls, passing other screaming rabbits wielding burning torches, until he came to a room and dove inside. Once inside he backed into a corner, hoping to be ignored, as THEY pushed the door open and entered slowly, cautiously. Gerry didn't know what to do. He shut his eyes and hoped for the best, and suddenly a bright light lit up the room and THEY started to scream. When Gerry opened his eyes, he spotted Kevin standing on a shelf, his torch against THEIR face, searing them. He then dropped his torch, looked at Gerry and nodded. "Thank god you showed up!" Gerry said. "I didn't do that for you," Kevin said, "That was the one who got Ellen sick. I did it for her." And then as they got back into the hall, they heard the clickety clack of nails on the floor, and turned to see a bloody, angry Richards standing there. Number Two and Minerva were nowhere in sight. He snarled and then lunged at them, the both of them taking off down the hall with him right after them. As they passed by other rabbits, Richards was very clearly uninterested in hurting anyone except them. He wanted their blood, and he was out to get it. They stopped on a catwalk, a rail next to them. Kevin peered over the edge to see if they could survive the fall, but it looked rather high up. "What do we do?" he asked Gerry and Gerry shook his head. "I...I don't know. Kevin, just go, just run, run okay?" Gerry said, "Just go. Find Mipsy, find the others, get some sort of control back under all this. Lead the group back to the vent and get them out, no matter what, alright? I'll deal with this." Kevin nodded and took off, leaving Gerry alone to face Richards. Richards shook his fur, blood splattered onto the walls and Gerry's own snow white fur. As Richards approached, his sharp teeth glinting in the torch light of the hall, Gerry felt this was the end. He'd come this far, and if a fox couldn't take Richards out, what chance did he have? Gerry backed away, Richards getting ever closer with each step. "You have been a pain in my neck since the day you arrived here," Richards said, "Your pathetic little escape attempts have only shown you only care about your own species survival, just like THEM! You're no better than THEM! You got Fern killed, you've gotten your own friends killed, and now you're gonna get yourself killed!" "Please, come with us...you don't...you don't have to be here anymore," Gerry said. "Too fucking little too fucking late," Richards said, "You didn't offer me or any of the other dogs that chance every other time, so why should I give you the option now? Do you have any idea what kind of horrors we have seen? We have been subjected to? No. If I'm going to burn to death in this miserable hole, I'm going to eat you before I die." And without warning, Richardson was on top of him, biting and kicking at his face. Richards screamed, slamming himself against the wall. Gerry was taken back by surprise at Richardsons sudden arrival, but in the midst of all the screaming and the rampage, he wasn't that surprised he'd wind up in the same place as he was right now. Gerry backed away and shouted. "Richardson, get off him and let's go, man!" Gerry shouted. "He's only going to keep coming if you let him!" Richardson shouted, "Gerry, go! Get out!" Gerry backed away, wanting to run, but he couldn't. He found himself caught in time, a time he was unable to move or think of even breath. The smoke was getting too dense, too heavy, and his breathing was becoming labored. He looked around, spotting so many of THEM on fire, so many of THEM trying to flee, and he knew this was all his doing. This was his legacy now. Richards stumbled and slipped on the catwalk, gripping the edge with his front paws with Richardson hanging onto his back. Gerry stood, staring. "Richardson!" he shouted, rushing up to the edge as Richards attempted to bite at his paws, "Richardson, climb up, I can get you back up!" "Gerry..." Richardson said, chuckling, "...why? I did what I had to. I made up for my mistakes. I owned up to my sins. I righted my wrongs. Now it's your turn to do the same. Go, Gerald, get them out of here, make a new, better life for them, for yourself. Tell Kevin to take care of my Sister Rabbits." "Richardson, you don't have to-" But Richardson was done. He bit Richards on the legs, then leapt up onto the ledge, with Gerry grabbing at him, as Richards paws gave way, letting go of the catwalks edge, sending him plummeting to the floor. Gerry heard a loud clanging sound, and when he looked over the edge, there they were. Richards had clearly broken his neck on a pipe on the way down. Gerry stopped and stared, tears welling up in his eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't supposed to go like this. Even for all that dog had done to them, he still felt bad they had to die like this. Gerry then turned his attention to Richardson, who was limping and collapsed on the floor, coughing up blood. "Richardson," he started, "We can get you out of here, I can, I can-" "No, just go, just go man, I did what I had to do," he said. "No! This wasn't supposed to happen! You were supposed to come back with us! With me!" Gerry shouted, finally losing it, "Richardson, just stay awake, okay? I know it's...it's hard and the smoke is a lot and...and..." He looked at Richardsons stomach, a large gash in it, likely from Richards paws, and blood spilling out. Richardson smiled and touched Gerry's face with his paw. "Don't cry," he said, "I couldn't...I couldn't protect my sister...but I did protect you." Gerry started sobbing, and shut his eyes, simply repeating, "no no no". When Gerry opened his eyes, Richardson was gone. His eyes were wide open, but the life was gone from them. Gerry began to finally wail openly, his cries filling the hall. Time itself seemed to slow, and nothing else matter. He couldn't figure out just how long he stayed there for, but it must've been a while. When he felt he was done grieving, the hallways were filled with smoke so much so that he could barely see. Smoke. That's what all Gerry could make out. Smoke as far as the eye could see. His ears pierced with the screams of the rabbits around him, hurling themselves down the halls, hoping to escape the fire that was engulfing the building around them. Gerry's eyes watered, and he pushed his way through the thick smoke, coughing, wanting to blink but knowing it would hurt too much. He passed by a room and saw the body of a lifeless rabbit, likely having succumbed to smoke inhalation, but nobody he knew. His lack of personal attachment didn't alleviate his guilt, however, but he didn't have the time to focus on it. Gerry pushed his way through the smoke, spotting the dented railing, where they had gone over. Gerry approached the spot and glanced over the edge, spying Richards body lying on the floor below, their neck broken. A sickening sight, but not undeserved. He turned and spotted Richardson lying there, lifeless. He sighed and shook his head. After all that, they wouldn't live to see a world without the lab after all. Gerry wanted to shout their name, hoping they would respond, but he was afraid to open his mouth, the ashy taste in the air choking him instantly. Then he felt a pair of paws on him, turning him around, and he was face to face with Number Two. He couldn't believe it, he was alive! The two locked eyes. "We have to leave," he said, his face smeared with blood and soot, "Now."
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