Michelle crinched at the man and felt like stomping him in the face but knew he had a point. Something about survival instincts. Still, anybody talking about her friend like that had lost all her respect. She gave the man a ‘sure, whatever’ nod and started looking around for anything they could use to defend themselves. Randomly trying her phone to let anybody know they were still alive and in need of help.<br/><br/>During their slow crawl in the ceiling, Cheryl had finally realized that all this was dead serious and from being the insufferable brat, she had turned into a quiet, scared little girl. She saw the man talk to Michelle and had a slight idea what he was talking about. Being a little hungry herself she followed a few of the group into the kitchen and helped cooking some food, still quiet and hoping she would just wake up soon in her bed in their house in the suburbs.<br/>