I sat in the corner, looking up at all of the hopeless faces.
"The door is breaking, Char! we have minutes left, hah, if we're lucky, and you just fucking sit there doing fuck all staring into space!" Will screamed, wringing his hands in a mix of frustration and despair.
"And what do you want me to do about that!?" I exploded, flying to my feet.
"What do you want me to do, Will? If I had any other fucking option, I would take it! BUT WHAT OTHER OPTION DO I HAVE BUT TO STARE INTO SPACE!"
He stepped back, shocked. An expression of shock passed his face, to be instantly switched back to the emotion, plain on his face. Fear. Confusion. Loss. Despair. Boiling anger.
I didn't blame his anger. I was useless. Right from the start. Now here we were, in some shit industrial factory, crammed in amongst boxes and machinery, surrounded by the walking dead, minutes away from death.
He stood, seething, when suddenly his face lost all expression.
"Okay. Okay, at least dying will end this shit." He whispered, in a scarily monotunous voice.
I suddenly felt the hot tears, dribbling down my dirty face. I shifted painfully, a sharp box digging into my ribs, trying to hastily wipe them away, but dropped my arms. Why even bother. They already know you've snapped.
The gurgling sighs and moans seemed to get louder, and the thin wooden walls at the front of the building splintered and cracked, as decaying bodies crashed against it. The smell of sweat, blood and mould drowned out my senses, taking over.
Suddenly, I felt something in my head, I don't know, like a light switching on.
I rose to my feet again, and stood on a nearby box.
"EVERYONE! LISTEN UP!" I roared. Every child turned their head, to look at me, fearful, anxious faces.
"Are we really going to give in now? After we've got so far? Yes, we have lost loads of children to these sick dead bastards, but we won't join them! We will fight to the very end! Or to the beginning!"
I screamed, emotion tearing through my aching throat.
The children began to look at each other, nodding, wiping their faces. Some even began to smile.
"We will fight with all we've got, for all we've got! We won't die in vain! Who's with me!"
Now all of the children had began to cheer, and clap. This wonderous scene lit up my heart, and drowned out the sickening moan outside. Now everyone else was feeling that warm glow, the hope. The older children began to kick the crates, pulling out tools, screwdrivers, hammers. Pure luck, that we were trapped in a hardware tools storage unit.. Some kids had even found chainsaws, and crowbars. The most amazing feeling spread through me, and I couldn't hold back a large grin.