Mick finally stops at the entrance to the very top deck - the sunbathing area - and pretty much as far away from the restaurant as you can get. I can hear a struggle going on outside.
"Stay there, and be quiet," I say, handing the knife to Mick in case anything goes wrong. As I come to the doors leading outside, I grab my gun from my belt and quietly push the doors open, before creeping out onto the deck. I walk slowly out into the open, my gun poised, cocked and ready to shoot, but then stop as I reach the end of the wall's safety. Trying not to draw too much attention to myself, I peer around the side of the wall to see what's happening, and I let out a small gasp and retreat back behind the safety of the wall. I'm really hoping I didn't see what I thought I did. He's a cannibal.