"I am your leader!" Henry shouted, raising his makeshift weapon into the air proudly. "We will survive!"
He was trying his best to keep moral up but it wasn't going terribly well. There were only seven of us now and we were all starting to lose the will to live. We had just escaped the clutches of a looter when a horde of them attacked us. We had been a group of at least twenty, possibly twenty-five and now we were nothing.
"Shut up and sit down." A girl sat at the back of the room yelled. That was Ingrid and she was beautiful. We had met in a house that we were both intending on using as a shelter. We got to know each other quite well but it had never been more than that. The one time I had tried to kiss her she had held her knife at my throat. It was better that way. I just wished that it didn't have to be like that.
"So what are we going to do?" I asked, slumped up against the wall. "There must be hundreds of them out there." Arguably, I wasn't helping the moral.
"I can't take it anymore." Joe muttered, his voice wavering uncontrollably. He rose to his feet and left the room, tears in his eyes. I knew where he was going and what he was planning on doing and I didn't have the heart to stop him. Maybe that was for the best.
I got up myself, following him. "Archie!" Ingrid called, making me stop in the doorway to look at her one last time. "Don't."
"I was going to get some air. It's stuffy in here and so the roof appeals." I smiled, dragging my golf club along with me.
"I'll come too." She said, placing her cricket bat over her shoulder.
We climbed the stairs rapidly. There must have been about ten flights and neither of us said a single word for the entire journey. We occasionally looked at each other but that didn't help the awkward silence.
I pushed open the door to the roof and stepped out into the natural light. We found Joe standing on the edge, looking down. Huge mistake. "I can set off the bomb." He whispered to himself as he swayed with the breeze. "I can set it off."
"Joe," Ingrid said in her sweet, calm voice. "There is no bomb."
He looked at us, his eyes darting uncontrollably. He shook his head fervently. "No." And he jumped.
Neither of us wanted to watch it but it didn't bother us that much. We had seen far worse. Far far worse.
"He just lost it." she said as we approached the edge. We both peered over and looked down, morbid curiosity getting the better of us. We couldn't see where his body had landed due to the large crowd in the street.
"I wonder what time they open." I quipped, half smiling at her.
"There's something I need to tell you." she said, leaning her weapon against the wall.
"Yes." I said, doing the same.
"Archie," She leaned forward.
That was when I was attacked.