Sarah:
Shock. Pure shock. I lagged behind the group, reminding myself that I should have gotten out more at Harvard. Slipping out my cell, I smiled at the one blinking bar, good for one call. I found myself dialing my dad's cell despite myself. I could see him sighing in annoyance. I could hear his brisk hello. Instead, I got his voicemail and felt real panic rise up. Dad always answered his cell.
None of this could be real. It made no sense. Escaped experiments, mammoths in the parking lot, Dad not answering his cell. It was a dream. It had to be a dream.
I took the phone from my ear as a dial tone began. I stared at the screen, feeling ridiculous tears form as it went black. I joined the group, walking on shaking knees and heard another guy get the same result I had.
There was a buzz of worried voices as another took his place, and I did the only thing I know how to in dire situations. I pasted on a optimistic smile and straightened my shoulders, telling myself everything would be okay, everything would be fine. I knew I was lying.
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