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They would find him. Dezel knew it was only a matter of time, of minutes or even just seconds. A gap between a wall and some rubble was not a good place for hiding.
Curled up he sat there, hoping for the miracle of not being discovered. His hands were clasped over his mouth to keep down the sobs and screams trying to escape his throat. His hands were shaking. His whole body was but his hands were especially bad.
He was scared. So, so scared. He could barely breath, felt dizzy, sick. Every moment he would lose control over his body. Run!, his mind screamed and at the same time he was paralyzed.
There were voices in front of his hideout. Dezel bit down on his hand so he would keep quite. Maybe they would walk away. Maybe they hadn't discovered him yet and it was a coincident they stopped right now, right here.
The roof of his hideout disappeared. A disgusting face appeared in front of him, grinning.
Denzel screamed.