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Zack woke with a start. His eyes flew open and he sat bolt upright in bed. For several long moments, he searched the darkness of his bedroom for what had woken him. Just as he was about to give up and return his head to the pillow, he heard it, the sound of people moving around furtively downstairs.
He was out of bed and reaching for the torch on his bedside cabinet in an instant. The torch he snatched up was a foot long and heavy, perfect for either lighting up the darkness or using as a weapon, which was why he kept it close to hand.
He kept the light off as he crept towards the door on tiptoe and pulled it open as slowly and as silently as he could. He didn’t want to alert whoever was downstairs to the fact that he was awake until the last possible moment.
“What’s going on?”
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