They ran through the smoky halls, looking behind them for the source of the rumbling, looking ahead of them for Rue 21. They were dodging obstacles they could barely see in the haze, looking for flames they couldn’t see, and holding hands, Abigail so she didn’t lose yet another Liv – Liv, presumably, for the same reason.
Neither of them saw what grabbed them and pulled them through a door. But as the floor shook and shook and something outside crashed, Abigail decided that whoever it was, was probably a friend.
She wiped her eyes, turned around, and saw two Livs and Vic Carter.
She turned to her side. Liv, skinny-and-clean Liv. The one on the left there, that was probably her Liv – she was wearing the same clothes, at least. The one on the right was clinging close to Vic Carter and staring at her in horror.
She took three measured breaths. “Liv?” Continue reading