Fletcher's hesitation was costing all of them precious time. Closer to the ground as he was, Fletcher was the first to catch a breath of the poisonous gas. He started to cough and his eyes watered, and the order Sherry gave seemed like a perfectly reasonable one. Even though he knew he was only prolonging the inevitable, Fletcher stood up.

He wiped his eyes again, and now he recognized the girl. "Sherry? But you're..." She was one of the ones who was lying dead in the streets. He was sure of it.