Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Nine. Lisa May.
Lisa May's Point of View.
My arms are so heavy, lactic acid taking over, and I am panting like a pup seeing it’s master, because Haley is punishing us! Not really, but she said the time has come for us not to be soft arses, and to push ourselves beyond the limits.
Now, I am unsure if this is because of the killer who is on the loose, or she is just a sadistic b***h. Honestly, probably a bit of both.
“And rest,” she tells us, after I threw her 6-foot odd, muscle-bound husband over my shoulder for the fifth time. That man is heavy with a capital ‘H’. I immediately lay on the floor gasping for oxygen, and the hall we use is filled with groans and moans. Even Mabel is wiped out. I mean she is not as knackered as the rest of us, but she is
