At the end there was about two meters of sand and he knows that if he could build up enough speed by pushing it along the grass it might clear the distance. Another scream rings out and another flare streaks up into the sky, but this one directly over their position. The game was almost up, he’d need to move quickly and places his hands against the back end of the Jet Ski to push it towards the sea.

Dylan joins him after a few seconds to help with the push and Steve grits his teeth as his stomach muscles contract again. He wasn’t going to allow it to stop him though, the difference between success and failure was too close now to take a breather. They pick up speed as the wet grass gives them the perfect surface to slide the smooth plastic hull of the vehicle, almost acting as a