"Come on," Marybeth said, pulling her back as Iyisha stumbled with her, her lips trembling while she glanced at the rooms ahead one last time before turning away.
Hands were still pressed against the glass, faces close, eyes fixed on them as they moved back, some following along the inside with their palms dragging across the surface.
They were calling for help.
Cena could still be there just a few more rooms and just a little more but her steps kept moving back as the chance slipped from her.
They had no choice but to regroup.
Iyisha turned and saw the others as they pulled away.
Some still hitting the glass and shouting names, others stepping back and raising their guns with shaking hands as they faced the soldiers, while a few stood frozen, caught between the people behind them and the line closing in.
