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I took the flask and lifted to my feet, my weight seeming to grow with every step as I bent and placed the glass by the door.

Cassie had already lain down on the bed, my legs too heavy to leap the gap, to cup her head in my hands. It was all I could do to get my leg up before I could do nothing but close my eyes, hoping the guilt I felt wasn't my last thought in this fucked-up world.

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My head throbbed to the beating of the wind. Air pounded around me, pushing heavy into my eardrums.

Shifting my body as I lay, I tried to release the numb of my shoulder and to move the dead weight trapping me against the bed.

My eyes flew open, shrinking back against the fresh light and I realised it was Cassie's hair in my face as I reached for her shoulder.

Surprised and relieved, I found her warmth, but the joy was short-lived when she wouldn't respond to the shake of her arm.

I slid my shoulder from under her, my legs giving way as I put weight to the floor. Scrabbling up along the slippery tiles in my socks, my vision cleared and her body defined. It was her face buried in my shoulder, the bandage on her hand soaked through and mottled black and yellow. A sickly stench of decay wafted up as I shooed away the flies.

I hoped this was just her body’s response as it fought the disease with the aid of whatever the doctor had given us, and not a sign she was too far gone to pull through and the cocktail we’d both been given hadn’t pushed down the nails in her coffin.

Shadow's head lifted in the corner of my vision and he jumped to the floor, his knees buckling as his claws skated on the tiles.

Leaning close, I touched Cassie’s shoulder before carefully turning her on her back.

As she settled, I looked to the ceiling; the pound of air was so close now, like something was landing just above our heads.

A helicopter. My eyes twitched, blinking wide. Why had it taken me so long to figure this out?

Shadow's bark rattled the glass and sent my hands to my ears for shelter from the pain. I shook Cassie's shoulder again. Who could sleep through this deafening racket? Who could lay there in bed as the world churned around us?

I snapped for Shadow to be quiet, but he continued to bark before moving forward and out of my view.

Kneeling to the floor, I stared at her face. Her cheeks were rosy red, so bright against the blonde hair laying across her face. She was hot, vivid red. I knew it couldn't be a positive sign.

“Cassie,” I cried. “Cassie,” I said, right up in her face.

At least now Shadow's bark was getting quieter. I pushed my lips against hers, but she didn't reply. She flexed none of her muscles and my heart felt like it stopped dead.

I turned, standing, wobbling on my feet and stared out at Shadow through the glass and the door hanging ajar to the side.

This was it. The time I'd been talking about for so long. The moment I'd dreamt about since this sorry mess began.

The helicopter was here to pull out the survivors, to take away the saviours now a cure had been found; we’d been left behind when they couldn't wake us.

I had to show we were okay. I had to show them we were awake. We had to get to the helicopter.

I slapped down to the bed, pushed on my trainers, trying to muster speed. I turned and pulled up Cassie's warm body, praying my knees would let me lift.

She didn't move, didn't react as with great care I hefted her over my shoulder, pinning my arms around her legs; hoping this was the time where everything would go right.

Shadow led the way as I picked my route through the smashed glass. The instruments dropped to the tiles. The remains shattered all around.

They'd destroyed the place to stop it from getting in the wrong hands, I told myself over and again.

Keeping my eyes wide for any movement, I stepped into the corridor, the boom of wind louder than ever before. I could feel the roof complaining at the weight sitting above.

In the corridor there was no sign of a struggle. No new battle scars running along the walls. No bodies once or twice dead and so I followed Shadow along its full length to the other end of the building, our path unerring as he found the climbing set of stairs.

Stopping only a moment to resettle her weight, I pushed through the door to a gale pouring down the stairwell.

With tears in my eyes I climbed, following Shadow, bursting out to squint at the brightness.

A camouflage helicopter sat on the roof the other side of the building, its rotors spinning hard and a line of white coats and soldiers climbing in.

“Ellie, Jack, Tish,” I said, as I saw into the packed cabin. “Look, Cassie,” I said, even though she wouldn't respond.

I ran, slowing only to navigate around the puddles of ice and knee-high ventilation towers dotted around.

I heard a call and realised there was someone at the back of the group; someone separate from the line running towards the open door. His hands were waving, frantic in the air, his shouts barely cutting through the downdraft.

“Wait, wait,” I heard him say, the words only forming as I pushed to concentrate.

With my heart beating out of my chest, I watched as Lane reached the helicopter, but was pushed back by several hands as they tried to slide the door closed.

Lane wasn’t giving up, slamming his foot to bar the flow of the door.

An order shouted out and

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