The submarine shuddered violently, its metallic walls groaned as if they were alive and in agony.
Conrad was slammed back into his seat and his chest tightened as a wave of panic erupted around him.
"What's happening?!"
"Hold on to something?!"
"Steel your hearts and be ready for anything!"
"Are they really going to chuck us out there?!"
Panicked cries filled the confined spaces, some passengers were clutching their seats while the others remained entirely composed, as if they were expecting something like this to happen.
Unfortunately, Connie wasn't among the composed ones. His breath quickened as his heart throbbed like crazy in his chest.
'What's going on here?! Get it together, Conrad! I shouldn't be freaking out!'
In his hand, he felt something warm and soft clutching onto it. When he turned to look, it was Geraldine's hand. Despite the chaos around them, she seemed entirely calm about the whole thing.
