Gilda said to the grumbling crowd that tried to get through the Panel. Her back pressed against the Isolation doors and her heart beating wildly, she hadn’t been this scared since the day she met the Death Doll. Shielding his ward, Brad, Ron snapped at Gilda. “You got one guy’s word against seven. Where’s your proof?” “We’re talking about a threat to the camp, Ron,” Jerri said. “All you’ve said is there’s a threat to Didi,” Chuck said while his adopted daughter Leticia tried to peek around him, “and we’re not even sure we want her around here.” “Yeah, we don’t want that thing here,” Roy yelled, which Lee repeated behind him. “But she’s done so much for you,” Hashim shouted. “For all of us.” “We won’t choose a corpse over our children,” Clarissa said while cuddling her baby close. The crowd roared as they tried to push through the blockade en masse. A gunshot cracked through the air, forcing them to stop. As dust fell from the ceiling, Hashim aimed his .357 revolver from it to the crowd. Craig, Bob, and Jerri drew their weapons, and the crowd backed off. Gilda prayed none would have to use them.
