I, Sydney, Elena, Jason, Cindy and Christopher were the ones taking on the suicide mission to get hand on the radio in the Director's room in the next building.
"Let's stay close to each other," I said. The short wave radio on the roof represented our only hope of contacting the outside world, our single thread connecting us to rescue. But first, we had to survive the journey there.
The moment we stepped through the library's threshold, I heard the desperate scraping and hammering behind us as the remaining students frantically reinforced their barricades.
Now we were on our own.
"At least the stairs to the fourth floor are close," Sydney whispered.
I nodded. "We don't need to clear the fourth floor—just get past it to reach the roof access." My fingers tightened around the handle of my kitchen knife.
