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“The food is ready,鈥� Zil announced to loud cheers.
鈥淏ut we have something more important to do, first, before we can eat.鈥�
Groans.
鈥淲e have to carry out some justice.鈥�
That earned a silent stare until Turk and Hank started raising their hands and yelling, showing the crowd how to act.
鈥淭his mutant, this nonhuman scum here, this freak Hunter鈥︹€� Zil pointed, arm stretched out, at his captive. 鈥淭his chud deliberately murdered my best friend, Harry.鈥�
鈥淣a troo,鈥� Hunter said. His mouth still didn鈥檛 work right. Brain damage, Zil supposed, from the little knock on his head. Half of Hunter鈥檚 face drooped like it wasn鈥檛 quite attached right. It made it easier for the crowd of kids to sneer at him, and Hunter, yelling in his drooling retard voice, wasn鈥檛 helping his case.
鈥淗e鈥檚 a killer!鈥� Zil cried suddenly, smacking his fist into his palm.
鈥淎 freak! A mutant!鈥� he cried. 鈥淎nd we know what they鈥檙e like, right? They always have enough food. They run everything. They鈥檙e in charge and we鈥檙e all starving. Is that some kind of coincidence? No way.鈥�
鈥淣a troo,鈥� Hunter moaned again.
鈥淭ake him!鈥� Zil cried to Antoine and Hank. 鈥淭ake him, the murdering mutant scum!鈥�
They seized Hunter by the arms. He could walk, but only by dragging one leg. They half carried, half marched him across the plaza. They dragged him up the church steps.
鈥淣ow,鈥� Zil said, 鈥渉ere is how we鈥檙e going to do this.鈥� He waved his hand toward the rope that Lance was unspooling back through the plaza.
An expectant pause. A dangerous, giddy feeling. The smell of the meat had them all crazy. Zil could feel it.
鈥淵ou all want some of this delicious venison?鈥�
They roared their assent.
鈥淭hen you鈥檒l all grab on to the rope.”
― Michael Grant, Hunger

“We鈥檙e here to execute a murderer,鈥� Zil said, pointing at Hunter. 鈥淲e are bringing justice in the name of all normals.鈥�
鈥淭here鈥檚 no justice without a trial,鈥� Astrid said.
Zil grinned. He spread his hands. 鈥淲e had a trial, Astrid. And this chud scum was found guilty of murdering a normal.
鈥淭he penalty,鈥� he added, 鈥渋s death.鈥�
Astrid turned to face the mob. 鈥淚f you do this, you鈥檒l never forgive yourselves.鈥�
鈥淲e鈥檙e hungry,鈥� a voice cried, and was immediately echoed by others.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e going to murder a boy in a church?鈥� Astrid demanded, pointing toward the church. 鈥淎 church? In God鈥檚 house?鈥�
Zil could see that those words had an effect. There were some nervous looks.
鈥淵ou will never wash the stain of this off your hands,鈥� Astrid cried. 鈥淚f you do this, you will never be able to forget it. What do you think your parents would say?鈥�
鈥淭here are no parents in the FAYZ. No God, either,鈥� Zil said. 鈥淭here鈥檚 just humans trying to stay alive, and freaks taking everything for themselves.”
― Michael Grant, Hunger

“We鈥檝e searched all of the homes and carried the food to Ralph鈥檚,鈥� Sam continued. 鈥淭he problem is that all the fruit and veggies spoiled while we were all filling up on chips and cookies. The meat all rotted. People were stupid and careless, and there鈥檚 nothing we can do about that now.鈥� Sam swallowed the bitterness he felt, the anger he felt at his own foolishness. 鈥淏ut we have food sitting out in the fields. Maybe not the food we鈥檇 like, but enough to carry us for months鈥攎any months鈥攊f we bring it in before it rots and the birds eat it.鈥�
鈥淢aybe we鈥檒l get rescued, and we won鈥檛 have to worry,鈥� another voice said.
鈥淢aybe we鈥檒l learn to live on air,鈥� Astrid muttered under her breath but loudly enough to be heard by at least a few.
鈥淲hy don鈥檛 you go get our food back from Drake and the chuds up there?鈥�
It was Zil. He accepted a congratulatory slap on the back from a creepy kid named Antoine, part of Zil鈥檚 little posse.
鈥淏ecause it would mean getting some kids killed,鈥� Sam said bluntly. 鈥淲e鈥檇 be lucky to rescue any of the food, and we鈥檇 end up digging more graves in the plaza. And it wouldn鈥檛 solve our problem, anyway.”
― Michael Grant, Hunger