OverRide

OverRide

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"I guess we are going to be trapped in here forever," I said. "No there has to be a way out," Anna said. "There isn't Anna, it's time to give up. We'll get out of here eventually." "You don't know that, we're trapped in here and you want me to lose hope. You're not even thinking of a way to get out of here anymore you just gave up and expect everyone else too. Well guess what Hayley? I'm gonna get out of here and when I do I'm gonna take you with me. That's your problem Hayley, you don't even try! Are you seriously willing to spend the rest of your life in here?" "Calm down Anna," I laughed. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" Anna yelled. "Hayley, you might not have much to live for, but I do, and you need to stop considering this like its a joke. Look outside of a window. Hayley, there is no road in sight, there is no driveway, no one will find us out here."
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Right now, I'm squatting in a pile of human waste, desperately trying to get a signal on my phone. My friends are watching me reluctantly, their faces stained with blood and what I only hope is dirt. The light from my phone is illuminating their faces, casting light on the looks of horror that I have come to know all too well. My best friend is cradling her left arm, bandaged with a torn piece of cloth in hopes of stopping the blood flow. My sister can barely walk, and I think her hand is broken. She looks on the verge of tears. As we calm down, catching our breaths, I give up looking at my phone. I slowly turn to them, my own face crusted with blood. I look at each of them, one by one. "Ok, who got bitten?"

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