The first thing that had awakened him was Alice in Wonderland's high-pitched voice reciting something about treacle and mice.

A hammering in Montag's head caused him to gasp in pain. He was on a home-made stretcher made of a single blanket. It was being carried by Aristotle and the Book of Mark.

"Why are you doing this?" Montag had suddenly said in a hoarse voice to no one in particular. No one, heard except for Alice.

He expected her to tell him of how Granger knew what was best, but she surprised him with a single, blue tear.

"I'm scared." she finally said.

For the first time, Montag had realized he was beginning to care. He couldn't let any of these people die.

They didn't deserve it as much as the people who did.

They were almost at the city, Montag could feel it in the ground he walked on, in the air he breathed. The ringing sound had become louder, almost unbearable to him. He suddenly realized that it wasn't a sound that came from the city, but a reverberation coming from his own ear drum itself. Something was causing his ears to ring and his mind to get clouded with drowsiness. He looked around. Some people were rubbing their ear and grimacing. People were beginning to walk more slowly.

"What isthat?" Alice asked, rubbing her temples.

Something on the face of whom Montag had known to be The Book of Fun Facts 3, had brightened. A scowl formed in his lips.

"It's the radiation," the Book of Facts said in barely a whisper. "The air, the smell, the ringing... even the drowsiness..." he blinked several times.

"I'm not moving any further. I'm going back." The Book Of Facts 3 turned around slowly.

Something in Granger snapped. He ran, almost like a butting goat towards the retreating man and grabbed his arm.

"Let me go!" cried the Book of Facts in alarm.

"We have to stick together," said Granger, almost sounding as if every light had turned of in his mind.

He had gone insane. Everyone began to realize it.

"I think Montag's right," said the book of Matthew, "We should find another city."

The Book of Facts pulled free from Granger's grasp and began to run as fast as he could towards the woods.

"No!" Granger cried, and with one swift movement, he tackled him savagely to the ground. There was a sickening crack as the other man's head slammed onto a rock.

Granger stood up, not believing what he'd done.

"Oh my God," a man gasped, "You killed him. You killed one of our only books with vital information we need. You-" He staggered up to Granger, "You killed my brother."

Who knew hobos had handcuffs?

Granger's hands were cuffed behind his back as the book of Matthew and Aristotle kept him in his place.

Montag seemed to have found himself leading the way, letting the others stop to rest every once in a while.

While walking, his foot caught on a metal loop in the ground and he tripped, falling.

"Stop here. We won't be walking towards the city this way anymore." Granger said, daring to speak.

"Who are you to say anything at the moment?" Alice scoffed.

Montag looked closer that the thing he'd tripped over. It looked like a handle. Pulling at it, Montag felt a creak, and realized it was a handle for a trap door.

"Wow, a tunnel!" a little boy cried.