Point Of Exit, Jeffrey S. Callico

Point Of Exit

We don’t have enough heat, there isn’t enough, we’re going to die without heat, we’re going to freeze into death cubes, there will be nothing left of us, we will no longer exist, we’ll die, we won’t be here anymore, we’re headed toward our cold cold end, I’m telling you it will happen, we’re going to die, yes we are we will die right here on this cold floor with no heat anywhere and then they’ll find us and drag our frozen bodies out and slam them in a van and then we’ll never know what happens to us, can anyone tell us what will happen to us, can anyone, can anyone, we are already panicking as we feel that one last rush within us to survive