When I wake up I let the sunlight coming from a nearby window drain into me. Then the horrible truth hit me: My mother is dead and I probably couldn’t have saved her. I stretch out my sore limbs and quickly retract them, remembering where I am. I once again look over to the other side of the crate. My mother isn’t there and neither are the men. All that is left to show the horrible events of last night is a giant pool of blood in the center of the room. they must cover thier tracks well. I remember that I need to escape from this place and quikly sacn the room, looking for any dangers. Apparently I wasn’t found- I hope that wasn’t just a stroke of pure luck.

There are two main exits; one to my left, and one to my right. The only other openings are the windows, and I know those are too high up to reach. I get up and walk towards the left, wondering how this day could get any worse.

I shouldn’t have jinxed it.

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