Chapter Eighteen – Drop Outs
THUMPING HER HAND ON the surface of the lump, Carrie almost called Dave’s name but stopped herself just in time. There was no point in getting her friend out if she attracted the attention of the placktoids. The wall of her friend’s tomb was like fibreglass. Her fist didn’t even make an impression. The only result of hitting the bump was a sore hand.
Carrie bent down and put her ear to the surface. No sound came from within. No shouting or calling. Not even a returning thump. Was the material soundproof? Or was Dave not responding because he didn’t realise it was her, or was he unconscious already? Panic seized Carrie and she hit the lump again. She winced and put her hand under her armpit. “We’ve got to do something, Harriet. He doesn’t have much air in ther
