What should I do now?
What can I do to survive this?

The South American boy gritted his teeth, forcing his trembling legs to move faster as he rushed forward. He clung tightly to the woman’s hand behind him, gripping it so hard that it seemed as though blood would stop flowing.

“Ugh, Santos! Santos!”
“...”

Even as he felt his sister wince in pain from his grip, he didn’t stop pulling her along.

“Santos! Stop it already!”
“No! Hurry!”

He urged the woman on, but a crash from behind signaled that she had stumbled and fallen.