Peter looked around. Wolfgang and Kurt were back inside the gates, the cold-blooded murders they had committed a few seconds ago already forgotten.
Peter ran to the grove of trees and crawled to the ditch, covered in part by the high grass. He grabbed Charlie’s hands and pulled him out of the pile of dead bodies.
On the other side of the electrified fence, Arnold’s mind snapped. He marched over to Wolfgang and Kurt and pointed to himself. “You killed my family!” Arnold shouted, beating his chest. “Kill me, too! I demand it!”
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