“Thanks!” Wendy threw him a grateful look and raced over to Lucy who was still gasping for breath. “It’s got to be this fog,” she said. “We need to either get her out of it or above it.” She looked around irritably. “Where are the ambulances? This has to be a major emergency. They should be arriving by now.”
“I called them,” one of the Baristas said. “They say help is on the way.”
“How do we get her above it?” Charlotte asked.
“I don’t know,” Wendy admitted. “It’s already over head height and still rising. Even if we carry her upstairs somewhere it's no guarantee it won't reach us again before help.”
“In that case we need to get her out of it.” Sienna looked around and spotted a policewoman making her way among the injured. She was checking on them and then mumbling into her radio. Sienna ran over to her.
“Excuse me, is help coming?” she asked. “This fog is doing something to my friend. She can’t breathe.”
The policewoman looked at her and bit her lip. “They’re waiting for protective equipment because no one knows what this gas is or where it came from, but it’s obviously dangerous. It’s taking longer than it should.”
“Uh.” Sienna understood the logic of that but it didn’t help Lucy. “Would we be allowed to carry her out to where help is?”
“I-” the policewoman frowned. “Let me ask.” She mumbled into her radio again and listened to the response. “Yes. You’ll be quarantined at the edge of the affected area in case it's biological but if you can get her there your friend will get treatment. Fortunately whatever this is it’s fairly self contained. Your best bet is about half a mile that way.” She pointed back along the high street. “Can you make it with her?”
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