Don't Get Caught
Carys pulled herself slowly out of the river, coughing. The water tasted of sludge and other things she didn’t dare think about. The grass of the riverbank was slippery under her hands, and her body felt leaden, weighed down by the jacket with its numerous pockets. She hoped the watertight case for her phone really was watertight. She couldn’t afford to lose her GPS tracker. Even an hour’s travel in the wrong direction could be fatal. Everything depended on her making this journey on time.
A low rumble made her freeze, crouched low to the ground. An engine – a motorbike, sounded like. They couldn’t have found her already, could they? Her heart speeded up, pumping blood so forcefully around her body that it thudded in her ears, making it hard to hear. She raised her head slightly, taking in her surroundings. There was a barn not far ahead. She calculated the distance. Nine seconds at a flat-out run, probably.
She made a snap decision and…