We have been trapped here for two days... Laura died from the cut in her side last night... We couldn't risk her turning into- one of them, so we put her outside...I'll never forget those sounds... I admit that I hadn't liked her, but no one should die like that... And we couldn't even give her a proper funeral... Her body was eaten by those things... We are almost out of water... We never did have any food... We have piled everything we can find against the door but I don't think we can hold them for long... They are coming...
Anna looked up from the notebook at the faces in the dark... Gaunt, haunted faces..Brit and Charlotte were over in the corner, talking to each other in hushed voices so the others couldn't hear... Xing looked angry, in the hours since they had met both she and Joan had become inseparable... It was funny how when you thought you were going to die people formed these pairs... They wanted to die with someone... Jack was leaning against the wall, his eyes locked on the blocked door where even now they could hear another wave starting up...Ever since they had gotten trapped in here he had become the unofficial leader of this small group. He and Brit were constantly butting heads... Greenminer sat on the ground drawing in the dirt... Beside him Patel crouched with his head resting on his knees... He never said much, and it was the general opinion of the rest of them that he was a coward... He had cried at first, by himself, quietly... Now he just tried not to look at anyone...
Anna looked back at her notebook... There really wasn't any reason to write this... There were not any humans left to care what had happened to them... Everything and everyone they had ever known was gone...
Once again the door rattled... Everyone grew quiet and stared at the wooden panel separating them from death...
Anna swallowed... Picking up her dwindling pencil she frantically started writing again...
We cannot get out...
We are going to die here...
They are coming ...
