You woke up with a sharp twist, the hand on yours leg tugging backwards and around. You grabbed bodies behind you but those beneath snagged and sucked you down, and you barely slowed your progress into the flailing ball of arms working to one purpose. Buried up to your waist you could feel the sharp teeth sinking into toe to torso. Pushing yours hands against this monstrous knot of blood-drinking bodies you felt more bites.

You woke in your dream, a bright torch light shining in your eyes. The smell of petrol, blood and rubber and the cold damp of the bitumen under your back. Lying still, you could feel blood trickling from your side.