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Purification

Purification

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Autoren: David Moody
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towards the back of the room was also close to reaching the limit of their suffering.
    ‘I’ve got to move, if I don’t I’ll…’
    ‘Shut up,’ he snapped again, keeping his voice low. The last light of the dying day had now disappeared and the small room was swathed in a cool, inky blackness. He couldn’t see who it was that was speaking. Whoever it was they had to keep quiet. They’d all done well so far. They’d managed to remain almost completely silent and somehow they’d stayed safe. The bodies seemed to have lost interest in the office and its occupants for a while. The doctor knew that it wouldn’t take much to bring them back again, and even a lone voice could well prove to be enough. The entire airfield would surely have been overrun by now.
    ‘I can’t…’ the voice moaned. Next to Croft another survivor whimpered pathetically, sensing the danger of their fragile situation. He could see some movement opposite him now. Was it Jacob Flynn again? Whoever it was they were shuffling forward, perhaps trying to grab hold of the person making the noise and silence them.
    ‘Get off me!’ a woman’s voice yelped. Croft felt his legs weaken with nerves. Jesus, this was all they needed.
    Potentially they had hours left to spend in here. Everyone just had to stay calm and not panic. If they did that then maybe they still had a chance. All they had to do was…
    ‘Jesus Christ,’ he spat. Now it was the doctor’s turn to break the silence as another sudden ripple of movement knocked him off his tired and unsteady legs and sent him slamming back against the door behind him. He collided with the door with a loud smack that rang through the empty building like a gunshot. His weakest leg buckled underneath him and he crumbled to the ground, knocking others off-balance as he fell. He lay on the cold, tiled floor, unable to move for a moment. This is pointless, he thought.
    Absolutely fucking pointless.
    A hand grabbed hold of him and yanked him back up onto his feet.
    ‘Come on, mate,’ a tired and haggard voice whispered.
    ‘You all right?’
    The doctor nodded (forgetting that the other survivor couldn’t see) and was about to thank whoever it was that had helped him when he heard it. A single loud bang - the sound of a body slamming a fist against the outside wall of the building close to where they were hiding. He silently willed the rest of the small group of survivors not to respond but he knew that some reaction was inevitable.
    ‘Fucking hell,’ someone moaned. ‘Oh, fucking hell, they know we’re here. Bloody things know we’re in here…’
    Before they’d finished speaking there was another bang against the outside wall, this time directly behind where Flynn was standing. He instinctively turned round and tried to back away but only succeeded in knocking into more people and pushing them into each other.
    Another bang, then another, then another. The sound of rotting fists raining down. Then there were more, the hammering against the wall now coming with such speed that it was obvious there were already several bodies involved.
    ‘Let me out,’ a voice next to Croft demanded. He felt his shoulder being grabbed and then pushed out of the way. A hand on his back right between his shoulder blades forced him down again and he hit the ground for the second time in as many minutes, the side of his head glancing against the corner of a cold metal radiator. He tried to push himself back up, aware that the rest of the survivors were suddenly moving past him and out of the bathroom. Don’t go out there, he thought. You stupid, bloody idiots. Please don’t go out there.
    Cooper, Emma, Juliet and Armitage sat in the middle of the room at the top of the observation tower. Armitage gazed down at his feet, not wanting to look up. Cooper looked out at the cold, clear night sky through the wide window opposite him. Emma held her head in her hands and Juliet Appleby stared unblinking into the darkness straight ahead. No-one had spoken for almost an hour. If time had often felt like it had dragged before, then now it seemed somehow to have slowed down again. Each one of the four survivors had made silent mental calculations and each one of them had estimated the length of time it would have taken for the plane and helicopter to reach the island.
    Similarly they each had an idea how long it would take for the helicopter to return if, of course, it was ever going to come back for them. All of their

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