"FWLS64" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

devices which were hidden in its pockets. The coat clattered to
the ground, spilling various concealed weapons and machines of
unknown nature.

"Throw him to the shoppers," the boy said. "They will enjoy
meeting one of the people responsible for trapping us here."

The two men grinned, and dragged the agent kicking and
screaming out to the hallway. I could hear the chainsaw start
again before the boy closed the restroom door.

"You work here, don't you?" he asked, after the wet ripping
noises and screams from outside.

I nodded quickly, trying not to be scared to death. Who was
this twerp? What was going on? Agonizing death at the hands of an
enraged mob I could understand and expect but not this. Nothing
organized.

"You'd like to live, won't you?" he asked. "That seems to be
the driving force of the night. I've studied it year after year,
analyzing what goes on at this mall on Christmas Eve when the halls
run red with blood. They all want to live, but don't want anybody
in their way to live. I trust you are similar to them, and want to
live?"

"Yes?" I offered. Why were so many people asking me that
question tonight?

"I'd suggest you come with me, then," he said. "Now that the
doors are shut, I fear my plans may be more gory than previously
expected. Only those that have already banded with me will
survive. Right, boys?"

The two men nodded over and over again, grinning all the way.

"Good. You two go organize the others and start a store to
store search for valuables. You know what to do to anybody might
have taken them already."

"Yeah," one of the men said, pulling a battered chainsaw out
of his cheap plastic shopping bag. "Cut your way through. Come
on, let's go."

The two men stopped holding me back, and made their way
through the door, bodies barely fitting through the doorframe.

"They're good men," the boy said. He rushed forward towards
me, and I put my hands up to block any crazed attack... he wrapped
something around my wrist...