"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 05 - The Predator (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A)

UN! Run from the LIGHT!

Imagine being in one of those race cars at the Indianapolis 500.

Now imagine that instead of sitting in one, you are strapped facedown
underneath one. Your nose is about a tenth of an inch from the road and
you're going 180 miles an hour.

That's what it was like when I ran. My roach legs powered like something
from a Roadrunner cartoon. I blew out from under the folds of my own
clothing. I blew across that carpet. I was rocket-propelled.

Someone had put the light on in my room. And when that light came on, my
roach brain stopped being calm and relaxed.

13 Zoooom! Three miles an hour. That's very fast when you're only an
inch long.

Vibration . . . vibration . . . vibration . . .

Heavy steps rattled the floor. They vibrated up through my legs. My tiny
roach brain knew what they meant. Something very, very big was walk ing
around.

Chasing me! RUN!

Zoom! across the carpet. Suddenly, a wall!

Up? Left? Right? Which way?

Vibration . . . vibration . . . vibration . . .

Wait! A crack. It wasn't much of a crack. Just enough space to slip a
quarter through. No way I could fit.

Or could I?

My underside scraped the floor. My hard brown wing cover scraped the
bottom of the baseboard. But I barely had to slow down.

I was in the wall! Hah! The big things that rat tled the floor would
never catch me now. I was safe here. A nail as thick as a tree trunk
stuck up from the wood. I went around it.

On either side of me I saw bright, straight lines of light that seemed
to go on forever. They were the cracks beneath the baseboards. To one
side a thick, shiny slab with irregular edges intruded into the wall -
the edge of the kitchen linoleum.

High above I could see other lights, more cir-