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&039;Get a sheet, hold it like a parachute, cliested to Doreen, less than seriously

&039;Do you think that ork?&039; she asked, her response roans of disbelief from several of the others

&039;Only if you try it, Doreen,&039; he sain?&039;

Wilcox didn&039;t bother to answer

&039;We should go down there,&039; he instead suggested &039;We should go down there and torch the place on our way out Set light to the building and watch the whole fucking place go up in fla to do?&039; wondered Bushell

&039;It would distract theenerate would be et away They&039;re not going to be interested in a handful of people sneaking out the back door if that&039;s going on, are they?&039;

Wilcox&039;s plan was ht long and hard about it, but none of them were sure It wasn&039;t the wanton destruction that put theain

&039;What about the cradle?&039; Proctor said suddenly &039;We&039;ve talked about it before, haven&039;t we? Barry said there&039;s a -cleaner&039;s cradle half way up the side of the building We could use that to get us down, couldn&039;t we? We could use it to get back up as well&039;

&039;What about power,&039; Jones grunted from the end of the table The others turned to face him &039;How do you think you winch it up and down? Think the -cleaners used to pull themselves up thirty floors by hand? No power, no cradle&039;

Another idea quashed

&039;Seeet out of here in one piece thento try and do Maybe we&039;re going to have to find ourselves somewhere else to hide,&039; Elizabeth said dejectedly Bushell shook his head

&039;I don&039;t want to leave here,&039; he sighed, his voice soft and tired &039;I can&039;t see any point in running&039;

&039;Of course there&039;s a point,&039; sneered Doreen

&039;Is there?&039;

&039;Yes&039; she sta far from certain, &039;of course there&039;s a point&039;

Bushell shrugged his shoulders

&039;I&039;m not so sure there is&039;

&039;So what are you saying?&039; snapped Wilcox &039;Do we just sit here and starve? Fucking good plan, well done!&039;

&039;What are you running for?&039;

&039;Because I don&039;t want to die,&039; Wilcox answered quickly

&039;Good answer Why don&039;t you want to die?&039;

He struggled to answer It was a sih question, or maybe it was a trick

&039;No-one wants to die, do they?&039; he said quietly

&039;But is it the end of your life you&039;re worried about, or is it death itself that scares you?&039;

&039;What?&039;

&039;Are you worried that you&039;re not going to achieve everything you&039;ve alanted to achieve, or is it the pain of being torn apart by hundreds of bloody bodies that bothers you?&039;

Again Wilcox couldn&039;t answer Neither could any of the others

&039;What point are you ed his shoulders and sat back in his seat

&039;Sorry, I&039; to wind you all up I guess what I&039; is that I can&039;t see a way out here If we run we&039;ll find so will happen and before you knoe&039;ll be ain&039;

&039;Not necessarily,&039; Elizabeth protested

&039;No, but that&039;s probably ill happen We have to be ready to expect the unexpected Christ, I thought I was doing okay here until so!&039;

&039;But running has got to be better than just giving up and waiting to die, hasn&039;t it?&039;

Bushell shrugged his shoulders again

&039;I&039;m not so sure That&039;s what I used to think, but I don&039;t know any when I wake up, it becomes clearer and clearer to me that my life is just about over We&039;re massively outnu here talking about risking our necks just to get food What kind of a life are any of us going to have if getting the basics like food and shelter are so difficult?&039;

Silence