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We__e here to execute a murderer,_ Zil said, pointing at Hunter. __e are bringing justice in the name of all normals.___here__ no justice without a trial,_ Astrid said.Zil grinned. He spread his hands. __e had a trial, Astrid. And this chud scum was found guilty of murdering a normal.__he penalty,_ he added, __s death.__strid turned to face the mob. __f you do this, you__l never forgive yourselves.___e__e hungry,_ a voice cried, and was immediately echoed by others.__ou__e going to murder a boy in a church?_ Astrid demanded, pointing toward the church. __ church? In God__ house?__il could see that those words had an effect. There were some nervous looks.__ou will never wash the stain of this off your hands,_ Astrid cried. __f you do this, you will never be able to forget it. What do you think your parents would say?___here are no parents in the FAYZ. No God, either,_ Zil said. __here__ just humans trying to stay alive, and freaks taking everything for themselves.

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.

We__e searched all of the homes and carried the food to Ralph__,_ Sam continued. __he problem is that all the fruit and veggies spoiled while we were all filling up on chips and cookies. The meat all rotted. People were stupid and careless, and there__ nothing we can do about that now._ Sam swallowed the bitterness he felt, the anger he felt at his own foolishness. __ut we have food sitting out in the fields. Maybe not the food we__ like, but enough to carry us for months__any months__f we bring it in before it rots and the birds eat it.___aybe we__l get rescued, and we won__ have to worry,_ another voice said.__aybe we__l learn to live on air,_ Astrid muttered under her breath but loudly enough to be heard by at least a few.__hy don__ you go get our food back from Drake and the chuds up there?__t was Zil. He accepted a congratulatory slap on the back from a creepy kid named Antoine, part of Zil__ little posse.__ecause it would mean getting some kids killed,_ Sam said bluntly. __e__ be lucky to rescue any of the food, and we__ end up digging more graves in the plaza. And it wouldn__ solve our problem, anyway.