Freddie's Point Of View
Everyone in the village was getting sick. I knew for sure I didn't want Sinead catching it. I ran to the coffee shop and I saw Sinead throwing up outside.
"Babe, are you okay?" I said very concerned. Esther and Kim looked at each other, they knew something I didn't. "Look, if you know something I don't, you need to tell me."
They explained that everyone was getting really sick, and I knew what needed to be done. I took Sinead, and packed up our things.
"Babe, where we going?" She asked.
"Far away from here. London. You aren't getting sick. Neither is our little one. " I said.
Diane, Tony and the twins were joining us. We all had to get away. I have no clue whats going on but police are everywhere and sickness is swimming at all inches. As we were leaving the village I saw a wanted poster.
The poster had a picture of a pair of surgical gloves. "GLOVED HAND KILLER" it read. I laughed, as if a pair of gloves could do anything.
