We finally reach the end of the corridor. I look left, nothing but white walls and white ceilings, and more corridors. I look right, again more corridors. I take Beth hand and she turns to me.
“Beth.... how many more people are here?” she takes my hand and holds it to my heart.
“A lot more. There all dead. You really don’t want to see what they are look like” tears swell up in my eyes. Why are we the only survivors? All of this is just so wrong.
“I’m sorry” and wipe the tears away with the back of my hand.
“It’s okay... there are stairs all the way down there” Beth points to the right. I can see them. “That is the way up and the way out”. Positivity. That is what we need. I turn back and look at the others.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
“Yes” they all say and smile at me. We set off for the stairs. The exit to this place. Hopefully.