New Year's Eve, South Hangar
Sam couldn't help her mind to wander, as she gazed upon the red before her eyes. It glistened under the lights, it was her hair, soaked in her own blood.
It was pretty, she thought.
If her calculations were correct, it was New years eve. And if a year ago someone told her that she would spend her next New year's eve in an abandoned hangar, somewhere in Cardiff with a knife in her hand...she would have called them crazy.
But there she was, pressing a blade against her cousin's milky white neck.
So, slit his carotid artery then? She asked herself.
Marco's eyes scanned the surroundings, a deserted hangar, dimly lit. A body sprawled on the ground, from what he observed the cause is an explosion, from what? He wondered.
And just a few feet away, was Sam, Marco's heart leaped with joy knowing that she was alive.