The fog had been dispelled by the sun by the time training ended, but the air was still heavy. The idiots dispersed and muttered to each other. As far as they were concerned, no one enjoyed being near Michael.

After the paroxysm, he remained silent. All he could do was stand like a statue, his mouth clenched and his eyes wide, as if it took all of his might to stay upright.

He was no longer there, lost in the woods.

Maya and I stayed behind to help the injured recruit go to the ...