Static. Questions from the others. Then the static broke off again and someone talked. People were using the two-way radios!

Red pushed the button and spoke- begging them for help. To save them from this madness. But a hand came out of nowhere before she could finish speaking and the radio was flung from her hands- shattering into pieces on the ground.

Red’s gaze trailed to you, the one who had done it. “No,” She whispered, shaking her head. “Not you.”

You were the mole.