I cringed. The apartment smelled like a fish that had been killed, put in the sun for a week, and then put in a garbage with dirty socks for seven years.
Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating.
Suddenly, the jingle of a belt. I pushed a cupboard in front of the door. I stepped up the stairs, being watchful as I took each step.
"To hell with it."
I ran up the stairs.
"Suspect on third floor."
I started to see something; gas. No, I didn't. Stop looking at me funny.
Tear gas.
I covered my nose and mouth with my jacket.
Fourth floor = worst floor.
I was starting to feel light-headed and queasy.
I wanted to give up, but then:
"Lara…keep going…You can do it."
I didn't give up when the Temple of Horus collapsed, why should I give up now?
I shouldn't have even thought about it. Further along the floor, broken floorboards. Oh, I forgot about the rock that was about to fall on them. I thought I was going to be lucky now that I wasn't in the streets. But, of course the rock fell.
"bénédiction!"
I dived over the floorboards.
I licked my finger and put it to my shoulder.
"Tss…"
Finally, done. I grabbed the key and went out the exit.
