You are mine, now. The boy jumped, looking around for the source of the voice. Someone had spoken to him, as clear a sound as he'd ever heard. But no one was there. There's no need to be alarmed. The Darkin Project will be fully functional soon. Until then, survive. This is an automatic recording. Good-bye for now. The boy spun in a tight circle, searching his surroundings. He saw only the burnt ruins of his village--weeds, dust, trash. A rat skittered across the ruined road. Someone was screaming, but it was very far away. The boy was alone. The voice was in his head. It had begun. Excerpted from The Hunt for Dark Infinity by James Dashner All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
