The stairs of the shaft flew under him unnoticed as a vision of a young girl, still screaming and crouched on the floor between two of the hanging corpses, greeted him.
This could only end in disaster, with her, or perhaps both of them, coming out of it with a broken limb; she thought dancing around the pole naked for him sounded a much better idea.
‘Well that’s what they did to him, trust me, he’s not one of them. If he was, do you think he'd have shot the one out there just so you could take photographs of him?’