Ethan and Kaianna retreated to the other side of the back carpark, where they both took a minute to compose themselves.
“Jesus Christ,” Kaianna gasped. “That’s why he was so afraid of us touching him.”
Ethan’s only reply was to double over and vomit on the grass on the other side of the cement borders that sectioned off the carpark.
Kaianna looked back towards the exit. “What the hell are we gonna do now?”
“I don’t care,” Ethan coughed. “I quit.”
Kaianna turned back to him. “You can’t be serious.”
“Are you kidding?! That bucket of bolts has a dead body inside it! How the hell are we gonna get it out?! They’re gonna have to shut this place down!” Ethan shouted.
“OK, calm down,” Kaianna said. “I’ll just ring Blake and ask him what to do.”