Daniel squirmed his body into the narrow culvert piping, but he still couldn’t reach the kid who was huddled inside. “Hey kid, my name is Daniel. What’s yours?”
Daniel couldn’t tell if the kid was a girl or a boy, especially with his body blocking what little light was filtering into the tube. He could barely make out a pair of white, frightened eyes in a muddy face. “Gabe,” the kid answered.
“Gabe, can you come closer?”
“I can’t, I’m stuck.”
“How are you stuck?” He strained forward, “If I can fit this much of myself in here, you should be able to move!”
“My leg is bent up by my chest.”
“Uh crap. Okay, just wait here,” Daniel said, as if the kid could go anywhere anyway. He army-crawled backward until he had freed himself. He wiped the grime off from the palms of his hands an
