My body vibrates, and I glance at Regina as she drops down. “Pass me the tablet and fucking move, Indie!”
She doesn’t need to tell me twice.
I slip my leg through, fear waging war on me as I struggle to get through, my limbs rattling so much it’s stopping me sliding through.
Fucking breathe.
I drag in the air, trying my best to slow it down as I eventually get through, dropping down onto the roof.
Regina catches me as I roll my ankle; the pain causes me to wince as it shoots up my shin.
“This way,” she whispers, but with the wind picking up, and the balaclava covering my ears, I miss anything else she says as she turns away.
We reach the end of the lower roof, the drop at least ten feet, and I know my ankle’s going to give out.
“I’ll go first and catch you,” she says, like she can hear my thoughts—or read them purging through the worry in my eyes.
She slides off the edge, dropping down with ease, turning with her arms up.
“Indie, come on, please!” she calls from below me, her voice quiet, but the panic in it rising.
I whip my head round one last time, checking no one’s dangling a fucking gun from the window.
Dropping onto my ass, I turn as I ease off the ledge on my stomach. But the shadow that slinks past the window beside me—with a phone to their ear—has my grip leaving my body, and I drop like a dead weight off the ledge.
I land on Regina with an oomph, the backpack protecting her fall as I land on top of her.
“Sorry, sorry!” I whisper, turning to pull her up.
“Thank fuck your gun has its safety on. I think it’s indented into my hip,” she groans.
Jesus, I need to get a grip. I could have killed her.
“We need to run; they just walked past the window,” I say as my gaze frantically travels the mesh fence, waiting for an opening to come into view we can run through.
“There.” Regina tugs my arm, and we run to the opposite end of the building, slipping through another part where the fence has partially collapsed.
When we crash through to the protection of the trees, my hands drop to my knees, and I drag the brisk cold air into my lungs as they burn.
My gaze flicks straight at the building, watching it stand stark against the night sky. It feels even more eerie, like watching something from a horror film.
One where we actually escaped this time.
I don’t know what the hell we just uncovered, but I have a gut feeling that Regina, Jenna and I might not be the only victims of whatever the fuck this is.
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Indie
Angel - Massive Attack, Horace Andy
Present day
“YouandDawsonseemto be getting friendly,” I say to Regina across the table.
We’ve been together so long that we have one of those bonds that everything syncs together.
Our cycle starts at the same time; we have the same judgemental thoughts flowing through our minds.
