Get out of the aisle, quick!

Trying to adjust my movement to the beat of other people's steps, I tiptoed into the next corridor. It was only a couple of meters before him, but it turned out slowly. I won’t have time to go far, I’ll have to lie down where I can get to. The main problem that awaited me was the smell. If I don't get far enough away, and there are half-turned werewolves among the criminals, let alone full transformation, I might be scented.

Teeth chattered in horror. Thoughts rushed about, knocking one over the other. The smell cannot be hidden behind a simple block from emotions,...