THE HUMAN CONDITIONPart ii – GOING DOWN
John Proctor slumped against the wall, his head in his hands, and watched the others through the gaps between his fingers. Christ, how he’d grown to despise these people over the last week and a half. Ten days, he thought. Ten f*****g days. That’s how long we’ve been here now. That’s how long we’ve been sitting here doing nothing but shout, argue and fight with each other. This can’t go on much longer.
In every aspect of his life before this disaster, John had been taught (and had taught others) to always look for the good in people. But trapped up here on the top floor of this hotel, waiting to either starve to death or be flushed out by an army of dead bodies, he couldn’t help but concentrate on the irritating personality traits which made the fi
