Page 63 of The Island

She hit the deck. “Crap.”

“What is it?” Petra asked.

“We have to keep low. Flat as we can. They’ve gotten the pickup truck up here. They’re going to be looking for us.”

She peeked up over the grass. They had stopped the truck and were gathered around the front of the vehicle.

“Maybe it broke down?” Heather asked hopefully.

“Are we going to keep running?” Olivia asked.

“We can’t,” Heather said. “I don’t think we can make it to those trees without being seen.”

“There’s a kind of, like, old streambed or something over there. Could we lie down in that?” Olivia asked.

“Where?”

“Over there, just where I’m pointing.”

There was indeed a very narrow fissure, possibly a dry creek bed, about thirty feet away.

“If they have dogs, the dogs will sniff us out and we will be trapped down there,” Petra said, looking at the creek.

“If they have dogs, we’re finished anyway. Olivia, you and Owen slither over to the dried creek and lie down in it. I mean slither—don’t crawl. Petra and I are going to stay here for a bit and keep an eye on these guys to see what they’re doing. Owen, did you hear me?”

“I heard you.”

“Go, then, both of you.”

Both kids wriggled on their bellies toward the streambed. Heather peeked back over the grass. The men were still gathered around the cowcatcher at the front of the Toyota.

“What’s happening?” Petra asked, peeking over the grass too.

“I dunno. Could they have cracked the crankshaft on the way up the slope?”

The men cheered and fired rifles in the air. They stepped away from the vehicle and got back in the cab. The Toyota drove toward them. Now Heather saw what the men had been doing. They had tied Hans horizontally to the cowcatcher and were driving with him on it. They gunned the car up to forty miles per hour, smashing into the divots of the terrain and becoming airborne on the small hills.

Hans was still alive, but if they kept this up, he wouldn’t be for long.

“No!” he began yelling. “No! No!”

Petra opened her mouth to scream. Heather covered Petra’s lips and pulled her down. “There’s nothing you can do for him.”

“But he cooperated! He was trying to help them. Matt would have seen that.”

“Matt’s not in charge anymore. Jacko and Kate are running things.”

Jacko had had that look in his eyes. Months, maybe years, of boredom and frustration. Now he was going to have some fun.

If this was what they did to Hans, who had tried to surrender peacefully, God knew what they were going to do to them.

“I have to help him!” Petra said, struggling to get to her feet.

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As Petra tried to get up, Heather tackled her, pulled her to the dirt, and climbed on top of her.

“Listen to me! We have to hide or they’ll kill us too. They’ll rape you and me and Olivia, and they’ll kill us all. Do you understand?”