Trouble Near Cardiff: A Torchwood Choose Your Own Adventure Book 37
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You feel the jagged edges of broken bricks digging into your skin. Gravel tumbles down between your collar and the flesh of your neck, making your skin crawl. The floor is gritty under your spread fingers and your mouth is dry with dust.
You feel cold fear insinuating itself into your chest, and your heart races. “Come on,” you tell yourself firmly. “You can do this. Just keep going. And don’t panic.”
Suddenly, there is a release of the crushing weight above you, and you hear Owen’s voice.
“I’m here. Hang on, Tosh. I’ve got you.” You can hear him quickly and efficiently shoveling the remains of the building aside and the pressure on your back is relieved.
You redouble your own efforts and soon you are staggering gingerly to your feet.
“What happened, Owen?” He looks at you, eyebrow raised.
Turn to page 7.
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You feel the jagged edges of broken bricks digging into your skin. Gravel tumbles down between your collar and the flesh of your neck, making your skin crawl. The floor is gritty under your spread fingers and your mouth is dry with dust.
You feel cold fear insinuating itself into your chest, and your heart races. “Come on,” you tell yourself firmly. “You can do this. Just keep going. And don’t panic.”
Suddenly, there is a release of the crushing weight above you, and you hear Owen’s voice.
“I’m here. Hang on, Tosh. I’ve got you.” You can hear him quickly and efficiently shoveling the remains of the building aside and the pressure on your back is relieved.
You redouble your own efforts and soon you are staggering gingerly to your feet.
“What happened, Owen?” He looks at you, eyebrow raised.
Turn to page 7.