"This place is giving me the creeps. We can't stay here," you muttered, your grey eyes scanning the shadows.
"Where else can we go? Outside’s crawling with those things," Pryce replied, leaning against a desk.
"If you guys could stop being dramatic, maybe we’d figure it out," Mary said, rolling her eyes.
"Can you two not fight?" Jamaal groaned.
Darryl shook his head. "We can’t just sit here either. We need a real plan."
"We fight or die," you said firmly, your hair brushing the floor.
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