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The food is ready,_ Zil announced to loud cheers.__ut we have something more important to do, first, before we can eat.__roans.__e have to carry out some justice.__hat earned a silent stare until Turk and Hank started raising their hands and yelling, showing the crowd how to act.__his mutant, this nonhuman scum here, this freak Hunter_ Zil pointed, arm stretched out, at his captive. __his chud deliberately murdered my best friend, Harry.___a troo,_ Hunter said. His mouth still didn__ work right. Brain damage, Zil supposed, from the little knock on his head. Half of Hunter__ face drooped like it wasn__ quite attached right. It made it easier for the crowd of kids to sneer at him, and Hunter, yelling in his drooling retard voice, wasn__ helping his case.__e__ a killer!_ Zil cried suddenly, smacking his fist into his palm.__ freak! A mutant!_ he cried. __nd we know what they__e like, right? They always have enough food. They run everything. They__e in charge and we__e all starving. Is that some kind of coincidence? No way.___a troo,_ Hunter moaned again.__ake him!_ Zil cried to Antoine and Hank. __ake him, the murdering mutant scum!__hey seized Hunter by the arms. He could walk, but only by dragging one leg. They half carried, half marched him across the plaza. They dragged him up the church steps.__ow,_ Zil said, __ere is how we__e going to do this._ He waved his hand toward the rope that Lance was unspooling back through the plaza.An expectant pause. A dangerous, giddy feeling. The smell of the meat had them all crazy. Zil could feel it.__ou all want some of this delicious venison?__hey roared their assent.__hen you__l all grab on to the rope.
