She’s territorial, and already has her game face on.
“Just trying to help,” I say.
“Look after your own,” she snaps back to me.
She has drawn a clear line in the sand.
“Charlie, come over here, with me,” she commands.
Charlie looks back and forth between me and Flo, and seems reluctant to go to her. But slowly, he obeys, and walks over to Flo’s side.
I can’t help but feel as if we are now all adversaries. All fighting for survival.
*
We are marched down tunnel after tunnel for what feels like hours, entirely underground this time, passing red emergency lights every twenty feet. Rats scurry beneath my feet, and in the distance, I hear the muted rumbling of a train passing somewhere. I wonder how many trains passed through here today, how many slaves they are capturing from the count
