I'm smacked back to reality and my thoughts disperse as a firm, dry hand flies towards my face. We're told to run. FAST. Picking up my bag,I run and hide between some boxes. Not the best hiding spot. It's like I'm looking to die. Suddenly,I feel warm breath on the back of my neck. Could it be it? I didn't plan to die today. An annoying but familiar voice whispers to me. 'Joy,let me hide here.' Anger boils up inside me. I turn to face George. ' I told you to call me J,are you deaf?' I whisper shout 'Go hide somewhere else ,do you want to kill the both of us?' He's about the answer back when I clasp my hands on his mouth. A clicking sound is sent echoing through the warehouse. It's sound alone was enough to strip down the tough outer look I wore on everyday. It was coming. Coming for us. Coming for everyone. This was the beginning of the end or so I thought