Metal screams.
The current rises higher.
Waist deep already.
Jesus Christ.
“Hannah!”
She grips my arm tightly.
“I’m okay!”
Lie.
Nobody is okay.
Another surge of water crashes through the pipe.
And somewhere behind us—the tunnel finally gives way completely.
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Hannah
The pipe explodes apart behind us.
The sound is deafening.
Metal screaming.
Concrete collapsing.
Water roaring like a living thing.
Then the current hits full force.
“Oh my God—!”
The surge slams into us hard enough to rip people off their feet instantly.
Miles barely keeps hold of the little girl before both of them disappear deeper into the drainage pipe.
“GO GO GO!” Russ roars somewhere ahead.
But nobody’s running anymore.
We’re being swept away.
The freezing water rises from my waist to my chest in seconds.
The current tears at my legs violently.
I lose footing—
and Clay catches me immediately.
Always him.
