The struggle to escape from Lagos was not only to reach one of the boats but also to fight to be in it. There were only two boats, and the escape needed to be quick. Still, surviving the wild sea was a matter of luck.
The fight for one of the two boats was bloody and desperate. It wasn't possible to fully control the crowded boat. Sometimes the boat almost capsized, knocking people down in the deep, raging waters.
Not everyone could be rescued.
In the middle of the morning, the light rain fell on the five humans remaining in the boat, the lead-colored sky didn't allow them to see the sun. For an instant, Alexa wished she could escape to the other body, far away. She wanted to forget the scary and cruel hell that had been surviving for the past few hours.
