Re: Pre into Post-Lockdown, Outside, Open.
Malcolm could feel his heart racing, a feeling of absolute panic rising up within him. He should never have suggested they came here. This was not where they were meant to be. He should have remained detached and stayed in their cottage, and let the rest of them get themselves fucking killed- but deep down, he knew that they never would have done that. This was what their reckless, stubborn behaviour got them.
He heard her shout back, and desisted in his pointless whacking for a second. He dropped the bat for a moment, and ran his fingers desperately around the seal of the door, as if he might find some sort of way to open it. He knew it was hopeless, but he had to fucking try. He felt along the bottom of the door, but even if they both pulled, there was no way they could lift it. It was a fucking prison lockdown, obviously they couldn't lift it.
"Grey- hide! Go and hide!" he shouted. It was the best he could suggest, get out of the way and hide until it was over, and when the doors opened again, he would be waiting to twat whatever bastard had her locked in.