CHAPTER EIGHT

And the thought made me shiver.

I held back my vomit as I tried to wriggle my way through the crowd, squeezing through a great wall of bodies, taking a step here, two there three light taps on my toes, then a small jump over a crumpled juice box, careful incase there was still liquid inside, so the owner wouldn't turn the crowd's attention to me.

I kept moving, bending, squatting, and looking for actual ground to walk on, treading through a sea of people, with no lone island in sight. I moved swiftly yet slowly, with my hands tight beside me, and gaining minute energy, as my fears reduced slightly knowing they hadn't killed her yet.

I was happy she was still alive, and as I kept moving through the crowd, I felt a sense of hope; that it was not too late, and that all was not yet lost.

I felt a relief, and I gingerly moved to go down a flight of stairs to the lower section, when a hand grabbed me from behind.

“Psst…” came a voice

I flipped around.

“Slow down friend…”

It was Colin, a