Part 3, last part;
I aroused from a slight doze by heavy breathing next to me. I fished for my torch, and fumbled to turn it on. I shone the strong beam on Claire, and saw she was pale. I shouted to the boys, trying to let myself be heard over the whistling wind. Two figures rised up from two huge piles of blankets, and one of them shouted, but his words were hardly recognizable. I couldn’t even tell who it was that talked, or rather shouted.
I'm sorry, I seemed to have lost the last page of the file in the documents of my computer ~ I'll set to finding them shortly.
~ Thank you for reading, all comments are greatly appreciated.
- Freddie.
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