The hammering at the door is deafening now, and it's everything you can do not to clap your hands over your ears.
You stare around you at the others. Will looks stricken, his eyes saucer-wide. Sonia's fangs are fully extended, and the crimson of her eyes is almost glowing, fixed on the buckling door. Max's own teeth are bared, and though it's impossible to hear the growl from his throat, you can practically see the snarl.
Only Michelle and Renault remain impassive: one clearly confident that she can withstand anything life throws at her, the other aware that life would just be wasting its time.
No one moves. No one speaks. The only sound is the headmaster wheezing and bellowing as he tries to tear down the door and reach you.
What do you do?