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bone and muscle, covered in blood. Her entire body was covered in bites; the crazy bastards must have eaten off half her body weight. On certain parts of her body I could see bones through the torn flesh and muscle; some of her ribs showed; her calf was gone and her fibula was bare, even appeared as if they licked the blood right from the bone. I was shocked. Unbelievable, I thought. No human would do this to another. Who would be sick enough?
    “How could she live through that?” said Melvin.
    Doctor Haas shook his head. He was speechless.
    I thought it over before I opened my mouth. Did I really want to say what I was about to say? Would that make me just as crazy as some of the patients in this place? But I know what I saw. She was dead. “She didn’t live through the attack.”
    They both gazed at me. Doctor Haas said, “What are you trying to say?”
    “I saw her die. You did too.”
    He shook his head. He was adamant, saying, “No, no, it’s not scientifically possible.”
    “Hey, to hell with your science, doc,” said Melvin. “Can your science explain anything that went on in there?”
    The doctor moved his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. He knew he couldn’t make an argument against what we were witnessing.
    Then we heard screams. Sounding like they were far away, outside somewhere. Our eyes went back to the small window. We saw all of the patients running to the front-side windows. The few patients who were shackled were struggling to break free, yanking on the chain; one of them had the strength to stand and drag the bed with him, following the others.
    The screams were coming from outside, and the enraged patients, including the tortured nurse, were attracted to them. They stood along four or five windows, banging and screaming. The nurse appeared weak; she was smearing her bloody fleshless skull, with a small patch of long brown hair dangling in the back, against the window, letting out a gurgling moan at whoever was on the ground below.
    “Those screams are coming from outside,” I said, my eyes sealed to the window.
    Melvin said, “Yeah, but…?” He stopped, confused.
    Doctor Haas interrupted, saying, “ The guard.” We turned to him, not sure what he was getting at. “The guard who took the patient out of here, the patient must have gotten loose.”
    My mouth dropped. If that first patient was loose, then our problem was about to explode.
    For the first time this evening, I thought of my girlfriend, Clara. She was a nurse working at the children’s camp, and now I was afraid for her. If this problem grew, then she and the others at the camp were in danger.
    We heard windows being smashed. Our eyes went back to the small window. The patients were throwing chairs through the glass, shattering them. Then we saw one jump out, then another, followed by another.
    The screams on the ground grew louder and more terrifying. Whoever was outside was now being chased by these psychos.
    Then one of them turned and looked back, their eyes were right on us. They moved toward the door. A few others took notice and followed behind him.
    We fell back, away from the door. “We need to get moving,” I said.
    “Follow me,” said Doctor Haas. He threw his arm around Oksenberg . Melvin went to the other side, giving Haas the extra hand. They started walking down the hall. I followed as the banging picked up again. This time, however, I could hear the wooden chair beginning to squeak.
    We turned the corner and saw this part of the hallway was empty as well and, except for the faint banging around the corner, it was quiet.
    I continued following behind Haas and Melvin as they stood on either side of Oksenberg , supporting him. Then I saw Oksenberg’s head turn. He leaned toward Haas’ ear, about to whisper something.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    Haas was screaming. And loud. He screamed so loud that he began coughing when his screams reached its pinnacle. His left ear