Sam stood across from Mel; he was the leader of the twenty-man ward. Even though Mel was carving open the path for them, the rest had grown accustomed to executing his orders, and this time was going to be no different.
"We are moving over to that wall and sitting down!"
Sam didn't want to jump off the speeding train; even though he didn't know when its velocity would drop, his instincts must have told him the hour hadn't arrived yet, so they decided to move to the spot Mel indicated and wait for morning.
The glares of some of the Ninth Ward students dictated they despised this decision; specifically, the ones who were stronger compared to the rest were severely struggling to stomach it. Nevertheless, executing Sam's command, they moved to the base of the wall and remained on their feet to keep their pristine garments from getting soiled.
"Let's pry at least a few of these planks loose so some fresh air can get in!"
