Connie Sweets
Oh fuck.
Did that door just freaking close on him? He glanced at the kids left behind, Deborah and Lilith. He decided to ignore both for now. Instead, he tried to open the door to no avail. Connie pounded on the door, calling out the Andy's name. No one answered him. He yelled out the other people's names; Theresa, Elizabeth, Sidney...Brody, even. Muttering more curses under his breath, Connie slid down against the wall next to the door. Hands on his head, he shook his head, disgusted at himself.
He should be the in there with the others.
And the door was fucking shut tight. Connie doubted it was a prank. After all, Andy seemed so genuine about this club... And the others? They were decent people, going after Brody. What in the world did happen to Brody? Connie could only recall the expression on the boy's face, so crossed with fear and pain.
Augh. Freakin' stupid. If he wasn't so hesitant in the first place then he could helped search for Brody. And now the people who went inside were trapped inside and - Connie hated feeling like this. Helpless. His body screamed at him to keep battering the door till it opened but at the same time, he felt something so very dreadful every time he looked at that damned door - and it scared him. Scared him more than the times when Connie met his first few foster parents.
"The fuck we going to do?" He finally said to the two girls, glancing up at them.