Sam couldn't think of anything else to ask, and the man raised a finger, skin sliding nauseatingly to the side of the bone. "Please…do it now. Don't know... anything else."
She tried to smile as she raised the gun. "I'm Samantha Moore."
"Pat...Mi...Michaels."
She smiled in horrified recognition, and when he closed his eyes and tried to nod, she pulled the trigger.
The shot echoed, his body jumping like Melvin's had when she hit him with the Taser, and then Sam was running, her steps echoing, mocking her flight. She had no idea where she would go, only that she shouldn't have come here. These were not her people anymore.