“Get off! Get off me, ‘X sobbed, sounding like a little kid.
Y kicked at the sickos, slashing with his knife. It was no good, though— there were just too many of them — and he himself toppled over, landing on his friend and smothering him.
‘It’s all right X, ‘he said. ‘I’m with you. It’s all right. You’re not alone. ‘He felt for X’s hand held it tight, as more gym bunnies blocked out the light, swamping them.”