THIRTY-FOUR
‘Oh alright, I’ll lead,’ Della said.
‘Well I‘m not going if she’s leading,’ Flora said.
‘What? That’s not particularly nice considering I just rescued you.’
Jack sighed and walked on, he’d remembered the way now, up a sloping tunnel Della mentioned they had passed several times, but refrained from saying, as an immense blast shook the structure, hurting their ears as the sound wave resonated down the tunnel.
‘Christ, what was that?’ Marge screamed.
There was a second blast and a flame seared into the top of the corridor, and white smoke and floating ash and debris was visible in a halo of light, which pierced violently into the previous gloom.
‘This way’ Jack said.
‘What?’ The others said.
‘I said this way! I’m leader,’ and Jack began running and rubbing his eye, irrit
