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Gunfire all around him. Guards and prisoners bursting with blood and falling. Smoke now, and not just from the pit: fires starting all across the camp. He made it to the fence, near some others and somehow, with anonymous hands lifting him to the top, doing what his broken hands could not, he fell to the other side.
He lay on the ground, rifle rounds and machine-gun fire ripping into the dirt around him-and again, helping hands and arms raised him up, lifting him to his feet.
And as his unseen helpers were torn apart by bullets, Setrakian ran and ran and found himself crying...for in the absence of God he had found Man.
Man killing man, man helping man, both of them anonymous: the scourge and the blessing.
A matter of choice.
The Strain (The Strain Trilogy #1) by Guillermo del Toro, Chuck Hogan