"Where is everyone else?" A voice cried out to the remaining survivors within the group. Everyone remained quiet as the wind lurked among the cracks in the walls until a voice spoke up.
"They were left behind when we were running," my voice trembled as the truth slipped from my lips into the atmosphere, breaking the tension and building up guilt. "I'm sorry for our loss..."
"Left Behind? Our loss?" The previous voice broke out with abrupt anger but a faint of sadness. Then continued with anger with pain in their eyes. "You haven't lost anyone as import as I did!"
Everyone's eyes widened and glanced towards at where seems to be an angered man was. His voice bounced from one side of the room to the other leaving silence as it fades away. The breeze passed through the cracks leaving a small breeze within the room, causing the man's long hair to swiftly blow in the breeze, revealing his grey eyes glistening in the darkroom with tears running down his face. His ripped shirt moved in the breeze revealing all the cuts on his skinny body that he gained while running away from the threat within the building.
Step Step... The sounds of sudden death came closer and closer until a bang right outside the door of the duty frail room we all stood in. All the tension shifted towards the entrance as a single breath counted as a deadly sin.