"Why can't you see that we have to leave?" I said with my anxiety growing more and more each second. It was too late. We had failed; no I had failed.
"It is not as bad as it seems Jo. We can fight them. They don't have the advantages we do. We could win if we stay and fight" He argued not seeing reason. Perhaps he was past it now.
"They will kill us all if we stay here. There is no way we can win. Why can't you see that? We can come back and fight. There is a plane, but we have to go now before it's too late." My arguing seemed to build his resolve.
The walls seemed to be closing in around us as we waited for the sound to come telling us someone else had died. As we argued our own lives slipped more and more away; and then as we stood there looking at one another the boom of death came out of the sky. I began to run away from him without another glance.