He tried to open the door, so I shot him. He staggered back, falling off of the ladder, his face frozen in horror, staring up at me, still and silent. I was alone. The scarlet stain spread across his once clean, white shirt, pooling on the floor around his body. He was dead. Nothing could…

I must have fallen asleep at some point, and I woke to Dad shaking me and shouting. He was convinced someone was in the shelter with us. Shouting about Mary, about Mum, pointing at the door, the bathroom, under the beds. It was chaos. I got out of bed, trying to calm him down, or…