It’s half past nine and I’m feeling much better.
I know there’s no way out of here, but I still feel better because I know that something’s going to happen. We’re not going to sit here like fucking prisoners for the rest of our days. Something’s going to happen tonight.
When I was running back to the house I was faster than the lot of them. I could outrun them. They’re nothing, just bags of skin and bone. They don’t have any strength and there isn’t a single one of them that can hurt me.
I keep seeing Sarah and Gemma’s faces and I can hear Sarah telling me what to do. She’s telling me that she wants me to make a go of this. She’s telling me that she wants me to get off my backside and make a stand.
I can hear Emma and Michael talking about getting away again.
The only way we can do it is if we fight.
When I’m ready I’m going to show every last one of those bastards outside who’s in charge. They’re weak and they’re sick and I’m strong.
I’m going to take them out.
One at a time.