'Survivors?' Mathew thought, his eyes opening up wide at the mere notion of the idea.
For someone to survive being stuffed into the back of an armored police van for the last three days... It was a feat more incredible than one could imagine.
'Unless they had some food and water in there, they are likely to be on the edge of dying,' he thought, climbing further into the car only to raise and glance through the barred window.
Yet, it was still the middle of the night. And while the light of the stars and moon that cut through the smoke hanging low over the city was enough for Mathew to see the silhouettes of the stuff on the outside, the back of the van was covered in complete darkness.
