Click | Chapter 6 It's a stark contrast from where I hide out. The buildings glint like polished silver in the carefully directed sunlight. The first tree I've seen for years opens its boughs and explodes with emerald smudges. Shops are open, the odd Clicker strolls inside. But despite the community atmosphere, I hear no human voices. Just the occasional whispered word brush past my ear on the breeze, nothing more. I notice a large man in a silver Clicker hat out of the corner of my eye inspecting sinisterly each Clicker he meets, so before he can spot me, I make a subtle move to the nearest shop. Inside, an old man who has a face resembling a pug's glances at me through the folds of his eyelids. His voice is frail, but tough, and I can imagine him with a gun. "What do you want." I look away, suddenly remembering I have no voice. He lifts his sagging face to stare at me. "Excuse me, what are you looking for?" Now I'm panicking. I look like a fish with my mouth opening an closing rhythmically. He pulls his rather enormous body out of his seat and slowly waddles towards me. He's smirking as he reaches for a gun in his bulging belt. "Why can't you talk? Cat got your tongue? Or should I say -" His sentence is cut short as he melts onto the wooden floorboards in front of me. I stare wide eyed as I see the silenced rifle poised on the counter. A bloody shoe emerges from the side of the desk, followed by a leg, a torso, And then a boy.