Chapter Eleven
The factory was barely much warmer than the temperature outdoors, and though the sun had set long ago it was considerably darker. Carrie searched for the light switch. She found the panel, but no matter which switch she flicked, no lights came on. Maybe the police had cut the electricity to the place.
The devices Carrie had seen moving remained frozen in position where they had stopped mid-dance. They stood between the shelves of boxes at the front of the cavernous factory floor. They didn’t look dangerous, but she recalled the video recordings she’d seen of them attacking people. Though they weren’t as big as the placktoids and they didn’t appear to be armed, they had plenty of hard edges and corners that could inflict painful blows.
Carrie suddenly became very aware tha
