You have to be fucking kidding me, Caty thought. She finally negotiated the complexities of the door and opened it. McGregor appeared with a wide smi...e and twinkling eyes and they both shared in her embarrassment with laughter. Like Caty, he was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that read Get Lucky, Kiss an Irishman. Instinctively, she gave him a peck on the cheek. “Your shirt told me to do that,” said Caty. “Oh yeah? I swear, I didn’t even know I picked this shirt.” “Sure you didn’t,” Caty. There was no lock on the door, I thought I would hear someone entering the toilet block and if I did I would quickly pull my trousers up and act as though I was there too use the facilities for what they are intended, but he snuck in and I didn’t have the chance. I froze. He stood with a slight smile on his face and seemed to enjoy my panic.I went to pull up my trousers but he moved towards me and I sat back not knowing what to do in such a situation. He was tall and athletic looking with broad. Also, too, pain usually relied on a working nervous system ... and consciousness on a working brain. So, given that I was in pain and appeared to be thinking quite logically, it seemed that I wasn't dead.Where I was, I saw as my eyes became accustomed to the gloom, was in a medium sized room lying on a padded rubberish floor, head and shoulders braced against an equally padded wall. Illumination came from no very clear source but nonetheless things were definitely becoming brighter. I tried. I moved out from under the bush and headed away. I made it another mile before I heard another shuttle. I crawled under another bush as it flew over and then crawled out to started jogging. I heard them before I saw them, all I had time for was to dive for a bush.The large group of Cariss came around another bush and came closer. Before I could think of firing a group of four Lenolyn was suddenly roaring into the group. The Cariss never had a chance, they were ripped apart. Even after they were.