Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

But I didn’t get a chance to find out what scared him. Alex
screamed behind me, and Will took my hand, turning us both
around to find out what was wrong.
“Hey!” he yelled. “That’s mine! GGive her back!”
Huh? I inched closer to him, holding on to his arm. What
was happening?
Alex’s squeals kept filling the corridor, but they started to
fade, echoing from down the hall. My mouth fell open.
Did they take her? Where did she go?
Oh, my God.
“Shit, let’s go,” Will said, a laugh following.
He pulled me onto his back, and I hooked my arms around
his neck, while he held me under my knees, and we ran back
the way we came, going after Alex.
The actors—since they were allowed to touch us—must’ve
grabbed her and carried her off.
Will bolted down the tunnel, and someone nipped at my
back, growling and clawing. I cried out, squealing as I
scrunched up my shoulders and hugged Will tightly. “Hurry,” I
gasped. “They’re going to take me, too!”
He ran unbelievably well with someone on his back, and
my heart raced a mile a minute, about to beat out of my chest
in the excitement. He turned corners, listening for Alex’s
screams, and the muscles in my arms and legs burned as I tried
to hold onto him.
Alex’s cries sounded closer, and then I heard her.
She was laughing. “Will?” she shouted. “Oh, my GGod. He
threw me over his shoulder like I was a feather. I thought I was
going to get eaten.”
We stopped and Will let me down. I kept hold of his arm
as he bent over, maybe to help her up to wherever the actor
had dropped her, but we barely had time to collect ourselves
before growls and loud motors filled the air and we were
swarmed by what felt like ten chainsaw murderers. They came