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I blinked, then blinked again My heart sank Deep down in ins of a scream

The radio’s crank handle wasn’t there

Forty-Nine

MORGAN

“WHAT IS IT?” Jere aroundme from the wind “WHAT’S WRONG?”

I was so destroyed I couldn’t even speak All I could do was tap the back of the radio with one gloved hand

For a good ten seconds, the only sound was the howl of the storm

“WELL… SHIT!”

Shane grabbed the bag and reached into it up to his elbow All eyes were glued to hied hole, torn in the bottom

“FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” he shouted

I was suddenly dizzy Like I’d been running on the fuone, and everything was hitting me all at once

“DID YOU PUT IT IN HERE?” Boone shouted at Jeremy

“YES!”

“WAS THE HANDLE ATTACHED TO IT?”

“I—I THINK SO!”