Free The Kill Order by James Dashner Page B

Shack, breathing evenly. Not moving at all. Not speaking.
    “What do you mean?” Mark asked. He was grateful the silence had been broken.
    “Darnell and Misty prove that whatever this is doesn’t necessarily take effect right away.”
    Alec spoke up. “I think we should use the time we have. We should hike to that place on the map. And we need to do it as soon as possible.” He lowered his voice and added, “I’m sorry, but we have to get out of here, and what better place to go than where we can learn what’s going on? Whatever was in those darts caused this—we need to go where the darts came from. Maybe there’s something—some medicine that can cure this sickness. Who knows?”
    It all came out sounding a little cold. Harsh. But Mark couldn’tdisagree with him. He felt like he had to get away from here, if nothing else.
    “We can’t leave Misty,” Trina said. But even her statement had no strength behind it.
    “We don’t have a choice,” Alec countered.
    Lana stood from where she’d been sitting against a wall and brushed off her pants. “We don’t have to bear the guilt of this,” she murmured. “Let’s ask Misty. She deserves that. And we’ll do whatever she decides.”
    Mark raised his eyebrows and looked around at the others, who were doing the same.
    Lana took that as agreement and walked to the open door of the Shack. Without going in, she knocked on the frame and spoke in a loud voice. “Misty? How’s it going in there?”
    Mark was perched on the ground where he could see inside. Misty was on her back but slowly turned to look at them.
    “You guys need to go,” she said weakly. “Something is seriously wrong with my head. It feels like bugs are up there, eating away at my brain.” She took several deep breaths, as if saying just that much had sapped her strength.
    “But, honey, how can we leave you here?” Lana asked.
    “Don’t make me talk anymore. Just go.” Another deep breath. Mark could see the pain in her eyes.
    Lana turned toward the others. “Misty says we need to go.”
    Mark knew they’d become hardened—they’d had to, to survive the world since the sun flares struck. But this was the first time they were faced with leaving someone who still seemed so alive. Misty’s decision or not, he thought the guilt would eat away at him.
    When he looked at Trina his resolve hardened. Still, he let Alec be the bad guy.
    The former soldier had gotten to his feet and slung his backpackonto his shoulders. “The best way to honor Misty right now is to get moving and learn something that could end up helping.”
    Mark nodded and followed suit, cinching tight the straps of his pack. Trina hesitated, then stepped up to the doorway, faced Misty.
    “Misty …,” she began, but no more words came.
    “Go!” the girl shouted, almost making Trina stumble backward. “Go before the things in my brain jump out and bite you. Go!
Go!
” She’d risen to rest on her elbows and screamed with such ferocity that Mark thought she might’ve hurt herself. Might have realized that she was about to face the horror that Darnell had gone through.
    “Okay,” Trina said sadly. “Okay.”
    The Toad was by far the closest friend to Misty, and he hadn’t said a word. He just stood staring at the ground, tears in his eyes. But as Mark and the others prepared to leave, the stout man didn’t move. Alec finally asked him what he was doing.
    “I’m not going,” the Toad said.
    As soon as he said it, Mark realized he’d been expecting it. No surprise at all. He also knew that there’d be no changing the guy’s mind. They’d be saying goodbye to two of their friends now.
    Alec argued with him, as did Lana. Trina didn’t bother, obviously having come to the same conclusion as Mark. And just as Mark had predicted, the Toad didn’t budge.
    “She’s my best friend. I’m not leaving her.”
    “But she
wants
you to,” Lana said. “She doesn’t want you to stay here and potentially die with