Chapter 33

Matty had been expecting a carnas or some other twisted creature, not a human. It foxed him momentarily. Then, “It’s a person!” he shouted back at Rob. “Grab him!”

They both piled forward onto the new arrival and there was a cartoonish mess of arms and legs and swearing which gradually slowed to three people in a heap panting heavily, which was a lot less traumatic than he had expected when they started.

One of them was being sick. It was the man who had come through the shimmer, who was at the bottom of the pile. Matty hastily rolled to one side, out of the way.

Their prisoner did nothing to escape but continued to retch.

Rob rolled aside and sat propped against the wood of the barn wall; head tilted back. He looked as if he might be sick too. Matty clambered to his feet and stood against the wall beside him with the Luger held loosely by his side, ready for any trouble.