“Shit, the fuck are you Mika?” Tristan cursed, pushing down the smoke filled corridors and making his way towards Mika’s room. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears and fear curling at his insides as he dashed past more and more people. Every corridor he passed through was congested with people, making it hard for one to even move. The men around him yelled, the women screamed and wailed, children cried and the guards were busy trying to shove more than one person in every ...