There’s a commotion to our right and firefighters, the
living arrive to tend to her.
‘It moved!’
she screams, hysterical, quite forgetting the obvious pain in her leg. ‘I don’t
understand, how did it move?’
‘Come on,’
I say. ‘Have you found Yates? Or Upson?’
‘No,’ she
replies, her voice grave. ‘God, Easton I hope he didn’t fall to that other
place again.’
‘I don’t
think…’ I begin but a hand grabs my shoulder. I’m pulled around and I find
Yates behind me.
‘Thank God
you made it,’ he says and buries his face in my shoulder. Elle joins us.
‘Easton, I
think people got lost on the way,’ he spits like the words are unclean in his
mouth and I know he’s mad with Teague.
‘Tarquin?’
I ask. ‘Upson?’
Yates
shakes his head. ‘I don’t think either of them made it.’
My head
falls. Brave Upson and true Tarquin. We erupted into their lives and now,
apparently we’ve ruined them, ended them, left them lost in a place I’m not
even sure we can still reach.
‘Where is
he?’ I growl. ‘Teague, I’m going to wring his neck.’
‘I haven’t
seen him. Maybe he got left behind too?’
‘I don’t
think we’re that lucky,’ Elle says. ‘I’m sure he’ll go running off to find
Thacker.’
I look
around the area, surveying the wreckage. The fire has almost disappeared and
people from the outside are approaching to help the living and find out what’s
happened.
‘Is there anyone else we can
help?’
The dead in the area are standing
around in small groups, they huddle together in the face of this old place made
new.
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