Displeased with the response, Elizabeth narrowed her gaze at Dallen first then stared down at Erin.  The girl stood beside her staring after the man with a hurt expression and hung her head; she was sad he'd ignored her.  Feeling herself bristle, Elizabeth squeezed her hand and gave it a gentle tug to usher her forward.  The little girl obliged and walked beside her, remaining quiet until they reached the ladder.  

Dallen went first.  After determining it was safe when they didn't hear his death screams, they followed after him.  Rolling her eyes as he ordered them to wait, Elizabeth found her patience running thin and wasn't going to do anything of the sort.  Cupping her hand against a dusty window, she leaned forward trying to catch a glimpse of who or what was on the other side.  At first all she saw was an empty room, but she suddenly jerked back in surprise and clutched her chest.  

A face, half-eaten with maggots crawling out of its mouth, snarled and snapped its jaws at her.  It was followed by others of the same, drawn to her movement.  Stepping in front of Erin she held out an arm to keep her safe behind in case the window broke as they pressed against the glass.  It wasn't long after Dallen appeared to open the door.  Gesturing for her to go to him the little girl ran, waiting at the door for Elizabeth to join them.  

Walking through the hallways, Elizabeth found herself apprehensive of place.  A shiver crawling up her spine, she quietly told Erin, “Stay by me.”  With an affirmative nod, she followed close behind, occasionally stepping on her heels while trying to find the right distance and whispering an apology for it.  They made it to the courtyard where a bunch of survivors were gathered, but were forced to stop when one of them aimed a gun at them.

As the barrage of questions flooded from the students, Elizabeth had one of her own as she exclaimed, “How the hell did you kids get a gun?!”  While it was useful, maybe even necessary for their survival now, that didn't explain how they had access to one in the first place at school if none of them had been able to leave.  It meant one of them most likely already had it.  It was a thought that made her uneasy.

Catching wind of the conversation Dallen was having with one of the students, Elizabeth looked over at them.  “Not that impossible," she remarked, arching an dubious brow at Ethan.  "We were able to get in.  And you all managed to get a hold of a couple guns somehow.”

Feeling a tug on her skirt, she turned her attention to Erin.  “He's not here,” she told her.  

With the boy leading Dallen around to find his daughter, it was the perfect opportunity for them to search for her father as well.  They arrived to the library which had Elizabeth whistling in awe.  The only time she'd ventured to her high school library was when she was forced during class, but hadn't been nearly anywhere as big.  Erin looked pleased when she saw where they were as she said, “Daddy loves books.  I'm sure he'll be here.”  But the smile was soon replaced with troubled concern when she didn't see him anywhere in there, either.  

“Are there any other places with survivors?” she asked the boy.  Erin's eyes widened when she heard the question; she was afraid of the answer.  

But he and Dallen were in the middle of something.  Rolling her eyes, she shook her head.  Now that Dallen had found who he was looking for, Elizabeth figured from that point on it would just be her and Erin.  The two of them about to leave the room to continue the search for Erin's father on their own terms, she paused when she heard her name before whirling around to face Dallen.

Elizabeth burst out laughing, but quickly ceased when she realized he was serious.  Groaning as he turned around to make a speech to the rest of them, she continued shaking her head as he and Ethan began discussing a plan.  “Uh, how about no?” she finally said.  “This is stupid.”

It was one thing for her to go back to the lobby to save a little girl's life who would have otherwise died without them.  But these people were perfectly capable on their own.  They weren't stuck or stranded and by the way they were waving their gun around earlier, she couldn't say they were defenseless either.  They were hungry—and she couldn't help but think that was due to their own stupidity.  

“Why would you even want to go back there?” she wondered incredulously.  If they could keep the doors open for twenty-four hours then they could keep them open indefinitely and welcome in people who needed it.  If anything, that just showed her what kind of people they really were.  Then again, the majority of them had been willing to let a little girl die.  “No,” she stated.  “I'm just here to find Mr. Lee.  I'm not doing shit.”

Erin gasped in shock.  “That's a bad word,” she chided.  Elizabeth apologized though it didn't change her mind.  Going in there with just the two of them was suicide and this wasn't something she was willing to risk her life on.