She swooped back to the dining room. Mark and Luke were gibbering on the carpet. Each experiencing their own personal purgatory as they relived the events of a few minutes ago.
“Get out”, yelled Kate. They ran, despite their minds being horribly damaged, despite their perception of the physical world around them being veiled by a swirling grey mist in their minds.
They ran across the hallway. Mark scrabbled at the door latch. It opened.
They made it just to the red brick garden wall before the blast wave threw them to the ground and the inky blackness of unconsciousness engulfed them.
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