That’s when we heard the first shot.3: Conflict
Rick ducked and threw himself onto the floor next to me. I was thrilled that he put one hand protectively over me. Then I realized, as his hand came into position over my mouth, that he was silencing me.
Oh, I thought. But still, contact was contact, and it mighthave meant something, that initial gesture.
“Come out with your hands up!” said a voice from one of the corridors.
Neither of us moved.
“If you don’t,” continued the voice, “I will start shooting.”
You already have,you idiot!I wanted to shout back.
Rick shifted and I felt his mouth next to my ear.
“You go to the left, on your stomach,” he whispered, his breath warm and tickly in my ear. “I’m going to get my rifle. Okay?”
My heart was pounding, but I felt as much excited as scared, though that was probably due to his proximity and his arm over me.
“Yes,” I whispered back.