Disagree.

From Create Your Own Story

"No," you whisper quietly. Then you point to your ear. You both listen to the silence inside and the patter of rain and roar of thunder outside. "We turn off the flashlight, go sit in the corner, and we wait until sun-up."

"You're kidding, right?" Melanie asks.

"No, I'm not."

Melanie doesn't think it's a good idea, but you both do it anyway. You turn off the light and sit in the darkness. Even though you're wet, you both fall asleep.

You awake at some point in the morning, and you're sure you can hear footsteps outside the building. You get up and put your ear to the door, and surely enough you can hear the sound of feet clomping around outside. They're loud, and it sounds like a group of people. You find yourself in a hazy panic, still half asleep. You can only imagine what's come into the station, and what it will do when it finds the two of you.

"Anyone alive in here?" You hear a voice shout. "United States army," the voice calls out again. "If anyone is alive in here, announce your presence now!" You jump in place, so excited for a stroke of good luck.

"We're in here! Two of us! We're alive!" Melanie sits up on the couch, confused, rubbing at her eyes. You unlock the door and swing it open, and are greeted by several armed men with flashlights attached to their weaponry, and the light is nearly blinding.

Within an hour, you're whisked away to a military camp, where you're quarantined while medical officials search your entire bodies for signs of sores. When they're sure you're not infected, they release you into the camp with a fresh change of clothes, and pointing the way to a large tent where food and water await. On your way there, Melanie charges at you from the other side of the camp, happy to see you. She throws her arms around your neck and grips you tight. Just as a friend though, okay? Just friends.

The two of you march off into the camp, arms around each other's shoulders. You've made it. You're safe.

Congratulations.