More pairs of feet ran towards us.
“We need to go now,” came a young woman’s voice. She sounded like she was panicking – less experienced than the others. Probably the woman from the couple I passed.
“Shut up,” the guy hauling me towards the van growled. “What was that shot I heard?”
“Didn’t come from any of us,” one guy replied. “I haven’t seen…”
“Don’t even think of saying it,” my guy cut him off.
We came to an abrupt halt.
“He has thirty seconds or he gets left behind.”
Silence. I could tell no one dared argue with him. You could feel the tension in the air.
Maybe there was hope for me yet – arguing and a gun shot none of them could account for. I waited hoping Six would spring from somewhere.
But then two pairs of hands shoved me in the van.