It was a death sentence to spend more time in the cabin; even worse was spending more time next to a very affected Cillian, and this was what Mordeu knew and what prompted his speed as he tried his hardest to run out of the hallway. But the vast sea of people halted his speed; the lack of space kept his legs pinned to the floor.
He was far from the hallway, but he was nowhere close to the door.
Unfortunately for him, the hallway had ceased to be the only place where sexual acts were being carried out. The last thing he recalled was that the people here were mainly just kissing. And now, it was different.
They were caught in much more than kissing.
The whimpers, the moans, the flesh against flesh wafted in the thick smelly air and went into the nose of the man who was immune.
