I can hear my heart – boom, boom, boom – it’s like one of the beats that Biggie used to rap to. I can hear my breathing, too; it’s loud and shallow. I don’t want to die in the darkness, so I start to cry, but then I think I shouldn’t cry cos it’s a waste of water. But I’m not going to die without a fight. That’s what Biggie used to say. He used to say: — Don’t come after me. Don’t come after me or my soldiers, cos I will come after you a thousand times harder. Come after me, mwen apè mange, you, I’ll eat you up, man. I’ll come at you in broad daylight. Broad daylight. I think about that. I want to see the daylight. There’s no moun coming after me, but maybe the walls of this place are my enemy; maybe I should fight. I crawl over to the closest pile of rubble and I start to pull at it. It’s stupid cos I saw the building from above – I think I did, anyway – and I know I can’t dig myself out. But I try.
