Trapped — Chapter 1
Joey scampers across the floorboards, claws scratching the varnish. No time to waste, no time to waste, no time to waste, got to warn the others, got to-
The front door snaps shut downstairs.
Daniel copied people. Not deliberately, and never maliciously or for gain. He just picked things up from people. Accents, physical mannerisms, ways of speaking. It’s something he had always felt a bit ashamed of, as if his own personality wasn’t strong enough to withstand contact with others.
Jessica squirmed in her seat, driving her buttocks down into the cheap foam and gripping both of the grey plastic armrests till her knuckles turned white and the plastic creaked. She was peripherally aware that several people were staring at her but she was beyond caring, it didn’t matter any more.