“There’s no one there, let’s go”
I say hurriedly. As we slip inside I see the Asian boys from the corner of my
eye making their way through the parking lot. There’s not as many people in
here as there were outside. Something makes me think that the entrance must be
barred, not jammed up. I make a mental note of where the service exit is and we
move further into the warehouse. Two men rush past us and we narrowly miss
their huge frames.
“Fuck!”
yells Maya
“Shh,
shut up!” I grab her by the arm and pull her behind the bottled drinks aisle, “Are
you crazy? Do you want to make two angry men angrier? ”
“They
almost knocked us over!” she retorts sulkily and that’s when I realise that the
reality of the situation hasn’t hit her yet. She’s still thinking about the
right and wrong things to do as if we were still living in the same world.
“Get
over it, shits changed” I growl, “No one’s going to give you a helping hand or
say sorry to you if you get hurt while you’re in their way. Start stuffing that
backpack. The only thing that’s going to help us now are tuna cans and fucking
bottled water.