The guesthouse reeked of dirty water. There was water throughout the ground floor now, and there was absolute panic on the floors above. They’d done what they could to try and stem the flow, but no matter how much furniture they’d piled up, it didn’t seem to have made a scrap of difference. Still, most of the group remained downstairs, trying.
‘Out of the way!’ Marcus yelled as he crashed down the staircase, his arms loaded with pillows and bedding stripped from bedrooms. He splashed along the sodden carpet and stretched over to wedge the bedding into gaps in the mound of furniture they’d piled up at the door. It was hopeless, but he kept trying. He’d stop one trickle, only to see water start running from somewhere else.
In the adjacent lounge, Sam and Noah were blocking the windows. The
