“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I ask as we jog deeper into the warehouse-like room.
“No,” Max says.
“Great,” I say, but under my breath. I don’t know these guys. In fact I am astonished that I’m not a complete wreck, crying in the corner. But I have found something and that is the will to live. I really want to get out of here. Although with that thought comes anxiety. If it is this bad in the airport then what is it like out there? I wonder if my little house is all right. Forget the house… What about my brother?
Not that I can check on him. He emigrated to Australia and now we only contact each other via skype…
“What about computers?” I ask.
Colin looks back with a curious expression.
“Can’t we use the computers to see what’s going on?”
Max shakes his head. “They’ve probably blocked the system.”
“We have to try,” I plead and I hate the whimpering edge to my voice.
Max stops and turns to me. “If we see a computer and if it has power you can check.”
Power… I forgot about the power. I feel a fool and Max’s angry gaze is making it ten times worse.
Colin ignores the exchange and goes toward a door. It has plastic windows and he looks out and then quickly turns his back.
“What?” I ask.
He just shakes his head. Max goes over.
I start to walk over.
“No,” Colin says, stopping me.
“Let her,” Max says. “She needs to know.”
Colin sighs but lets me past.
I look through the scratched Perspex and I see them. Bodies. They are piled high, stacked like wood.
“Oh God,” I say. But I am using my eyes and trying to see the boy. The child that had screamed through my flight.
“I don’t see him,” I say.
“Who?” Colin asks.
“The kid from the plane. In fact I don’t see any of them.”
Colin’s face is next to mine. “No, they aren’t there.”