“And now Zookie has released the same dust, which I breathed in?”

“We don’t know if it’s the dust that caused them to act that way!” Jimmy objected.  “I breathed them in too, remember?  There’s nothing wrong with me!”

“Oh come on!” Marko wailed.  “How else do you explain what Zookie and Colin did?  They ripped out the throats of our friends, the same way the stranger ripped out Miss Winslow’s throat!  That’s no coincidence!  And now Zookie’s growing the same stalk out of his head… how can that be… hold on!” 

He dashed past Jimmy suddenly, back towards the camp, and Jimmy raced after him.  “Marko!  What are you doing?”

“I’m...

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