a pack of idiots following him around and worshipping the ground he walked on. He’s certainly surrounded by them now. Fuck this idiot, I better get some sleep and get out of here as soon as I can.

He pulls his hoodie tighter and shrugs his shoulders up around his neck to try to keep the rain out. Above in the black sky, the lightning and thunder crackle and boom revealing the sea of drenched bodies around him. The building is like a raft, and these two castaways surrounded by a vast ocean in the middle of a storm.

Suddenly a familiar heart pounding panic grips him and he recognises the feeling as the one he felt during his brief memory of running with the swarm – complete hysteria. He can still only see black, but quickly realises that he is