Chapter 30: Suicide Mission
I, Sydney, Elena, Jason, Cindy and Christopher were the ones taking on the suicide mission to get hand on the radio in the Director’s room in the next building.
"Let’s stay close to each other," I said. The short wave radio on the roof represented our only hope of contacting the outside world, our single thread connecting us to rescue. But first, we had to survive the journey there.
The moment we stepped through the library’s threshold, I heard the desperate scraping and hammering behind us as the remaining students frantically reinforced their barricades.
Now we were on our own.
"At least the stairs to the fourth floor are close," Sydney whispered.
I nodded. "We don’t need to clear the fourth floor—just get past it to reach the roof access." My fingers tightened around the handle of my kitchen knife.
The stairwell stretched above us like a concrete throat, each step echoing softly despite our best efforts to move silently. I allowed myself a moment of hope—maybe, just maybe, we could reach the rooftop without encountering a single infected. Maybe this mission wouldn’t be the death sentence everyone expected it to be.
"You guys have good weapons..." Cindy’s voice broke through my optimistic thoughts, bitter disappointment dripping from every word as she stared at the box cutter I’d passed to her. It was a pathetic thing, really—my former weapon before I’d managed to upgrade to the kitchen knife. The blade was barely an inch long, more suited for opening packages than defending against creatures that could tear a person apart with their bare hands.
Christopher let out a hollow laugh, holding up his own weapon. "Still better than mine, Cindy." A pair of scissors?
They were the kind used for arts and crafts, not warfare against the undead.
I felt a pang of guilt looking at their makeshift weapons. "But you guys managed to clear the third floor and ground floor with such things, right?" I asked.
Cindy smiled wryly. "Yeah, but we used chairs as barriers to keep them from getting close. We worked together as a group—that was Alisha’s idea becasue that idiot Scott got nearly all of us killed at first.