I was in some kind of ambulance. After a while several officers had arrived to help us transfer to a huge vehicle. I was next to Zac, I had hooked him up to equipment which helped him breathe.
Zac seemed to be getting better, his skin had regained its usual tone, although he was still asleep in what seemed like too deep a sleep.
Many of my companions were unconscious, some had serious injuries, others were standing and staring straight ahead with haggard faces.
I felt sorry for those who had lost their lives, I thought it had all been a mistake and that if I had not done anything stupid, we would all still be standing, but something made me keep my head down and look ahead with a stupid smile of hope.
We arrived at a kind of hospital, the officers and several paramedics began to move my companions in the worst condition into the building. The instructions were that shortly several people would arrive to attend to us and see our situation.
