There’s a group of buildings on my left and I turn around to see a large park full of people…and no less than ten black hunting vans, blue and red sirens flashing. It’s funny because for the past five days, I knew all these beasts were after me, but seeing the vans sprawled out, officers in black tactical gear running around with automatic weapons, blue and red lights flashing? I’m stumped. Actually stumped that this is all for me and my mates. Just as my stomach drops in tortured realisation, a voice like the jagged edge of a knife cuts through the air. “Don’t touch her, she’s mine!”
