Yong's idea lights up the dim room like a flare in the night. "In the maintenance room, I saw controls for the gates," he explains, a spark of hope in his eyes. "What if we use them to our advantage? Make noise at one gate to draw the infected there, then escape through another."
The plan immediately sets in, the gears of survival turning in our minds. But it's Sue who pauses, a flicker of concern crossing her face. "Wait," she interjects, the weight of the implications heavy in her voice. "If we do that, leaving one gate open, won't the infected swarm in? What about the other group?"
Her question hangs between us, a shadow over the flicker of hope Yong's plan had ignited. I meet her gaze, the reality of our situation stark and unyielding. "We don't have much of a choice," I admit, the words tasting like ash. "They chose their path when they decided to make all that noise. It's on them to deal with the consequences."
