"Well then what are we supposed to do!?" I yelled, just as frustrated as he was. "We'd have a better chance on the outside than certain death on the front lines! All we'd need is a few guns and supplies! I can't just--" I stopped myself, realizing my voice grew louder and louder with every word I spoke. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I'm scared. I don't want to go out there..."