Chapter 84
Though we couldn’t see them from inside, I imagined the flashing red and blue lights staining the night, the blaring sirens cutting through the city air. Word always travelled fast. Faster than fear, sometimes. By now, journalists would be gathering, their cameras trained on the building, hungry for headlines.
Families of guests would be rushing to the gates, screaming for answers and for assurances. Friends calling the name of their dear ones, husbands demanding their wives be freed. A scene of chaos, grief, and desperation would already be boiling just beyond the walls trapping us in here.
And the police.... God, the police. They would be outside in their armoured vehicles, their vests strapped tight, their rifles loaded. Planning. Watching. Waiting.
Inside, we were the
