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"We need to move." Gally and I walked down the hall, trying to get away from some of the boys. It was just now dawn, after the night of conflict. Gally woke me up motioning me to follow him.

"What do you mean?"

"I know they already know what's going on." Gally began to worry me the way he talked.

"Who are you talking about?"

"This hotel Willow, or whatever this place is! They know we aren't just some normal flare infected people, coming for a nice place to sleep. We need to move across town as soon as possible, I'm telling you." He began using his hands to get the point across.

"Alright, alright. We can talk to Minho once we get back." I stated. Gally stopped mid step to put his hand on my shoulder. He carefully pushed me back slightly and stepped in front of me, ready to talk.

"Did you hear that?" He asked.

"Your freaking me out Gally, what?" He didn't respond, just kept his eyes trained on some noise coming from down the hall. He motioned quietly to follow.

The noise we coming from the stairwell. As we opened the door way we could see down into the floor below us. To men hunched over, wildly stuffing things into their jackets. They heard the echoes of our footsteps, they glanced around before laying eyes on us above them. They quickly exchanged glances and sprinted to a lower level. As they left, it revealed what they had broken into, a vending machine.
Without hesitation Gally began stuffing everything he could into his clothes.

"What?" I whispered

"Anyway, as I was saying. What you need to do Willow is tell them what we are going to do. You haven't made one call since we escaped wicked. I think your the real leader here and you should step up and show those shanks how it's done!" Gally talked as if he was a father giving his child a pep talk.

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