Eleven, Twelve ... Dig and delve (Rebekka Franck Book 6) Read Online Free PDF

child. That made me dig even more frantically till I finally managed to pull the entire body out and it landed on top of me. As it did, the ground underneath my feet caved again. With the small body on top of me I started sliding further down. I screamed, then landed on something. I opened my eyes in the darkness.
    I’m not dead. I’m not dead yet.
    There was air where I was. Muffled sounds came from underneath me, and I realized I was on top of somebody. The child was still on top of me. I couldn’t move.
    Another thud followed and the ground collapsed again. The three of us slid downwards.
    Not again! When will this stop? Where will we end up? Will they ever find us down here?
    A big crash, a thumb, dirt in my mouth, eyes and nose. We landed on something harder this time. There was no one on top of me anymore. The child was next to me. Where were we? It seemed bigger? Like there was more room. I coughed and moved. I spat out dirt.
    “Stay still,” a voice said next to me. I guessed it belonged to the body I landed on. It was a male voice. “We don’t know if the ground is safe here either,” he continued.
    I couldn’t stop thinking about the small hand I had held in mine and the small body I had pulled out from the dirt. Was the child alive? I leaned over and touched the body. It was lying next to me. I found the face and leaned over to hear if there was breathing. Everything was so terribly quiet for what felt like an eternity until suddenly I felt a small warm wind hit my face.
    The child was alive!
    I grabbed the small body in my arms and held it tight. It seemed to be about the size of Julie. Maybe a little smaller.
    “I’ll take care of you,” I whispered. “If it’s the last thing I do.”
    “Keep still,” the male voice said again. “Please. Don’t move.”
    I sat still without moving for a little while.
    My phone!
    I reached into my pocket with a pounding heart, wondering if it might have fallen out during the fall. It hadn’t. It was still there. I pulled it out and pressed a button. The light from the display lit up around us, and I realized we were in a small cave somewhere, a pocket under the ground. And there was no way out. Thick walls of dirt surrounded us on all sides.
     

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    “ Y OU THINK IT STOPPED?”
    I shone the light on the man’s face. He looked at me, then shrugged. “I have no idea. But let’s stay still till we know more.”
    He was smeared in dirt and mud, but I could tell he was handsome. I had seen him somewhere before. I just couldn’t recall where.
    I lit up the face of the child I was holding. It was a little boy. He looked like he was asleep, but I guessed he was unconscious.
    “Better save your battery,” the man said. “We don’t know how long we’re going to be in here.”
    “I only have eight percent left. I guess you’re right,” I said, looking at the display. As I suspected, there was no reception. I looked at the dirt ceiling that had closed above us and wondered if it was going to fall on us anytime soon and suffocate us, or if it would stay. Then I wondered how deep down we had fallen and, finally, if anyone would ever be able to dig us out again.
    Did they even know we were down here, alive?
    I shut off the phone and put it back in my pocket.
    “I’m Rebekka, by the way,” I said.
    “David,” the man answered.
    “David Busck, right?” I said, remembering all of a sudden where I had seen him before.
    The man answered with a deep sigh.
    “Can’t even catch a break deep under ground, huh?” I said, remembering all the articles and many angry open letters to the papers stating that it was the guy’s own fault that he had been kidnapped, because he went as a freelancer, because he had no idea what he had gotten himself into. I, for one, understood him completely. He had been onto a great story. I would have done the same. Probably.
    “I guess not,” he said.
    “So, what do you suggest we do now?” I asked.
    “There’s nothing we can do.