You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
Granted. Your <i>entire</i> family is now together. Including all the dead people. You are locked in with no way out and a bunch of rotting corpses, with nothing to eat but the corpses(or each other).
I wish I never had to write another essay.
If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever. George Orwell