Sam stared bug-eyed at the water pouring down the cracks. They were like three waterfalls filling up the space around him with a flood of fresh water. At least Sam hoped it was fresh water and not the city’s sewage. He preferred not to experience swimming in sewage again like that time underneath the Met.
He could also hear his heart pounding loudly in his chest, and Sam wondered if this was what it felt like to be deathly afraid of something. Because, even with everything he’d been through this past month, drowning had to be at the top of Sam’s list of most terrifying deaths.
Few people knew this about Sam, but he was afraid of large bodies of water. It was an irrational sort of fear, one born from his memories of watching way too many killer shark movies with his parents when he was
