You scarf down every ounce of food they put in front of you. Sleeping for that long has made you hungrier than you’ve ever been.
“I’m Rebecca, by the way,” you say while specs of food fly out your mouth. You chew faster, sipping fruit punch in between. They look at you in awe, as if they’ve never seen a person eat before. You scowl.

“I’m Luis,” said the man. “And that’s Andrew,” he said pointing to the boy. You nodded yer head, as if to say “nice to meet you both.” Another man comes rushing through the door and slams it shut and locks each of the nine locks. You stare, frightened, but never stop your chewing.
“Where’s Adam?” Luis asks the stranger.
“Had to leave him,” he said wiping his hands on his shirt. They were bloody. You cocked your head observing him. It was the same man that fired that brilliant shot ending the diseased man’s life.
“What happened?” Andrew asked slowly.
“What do you mean what happened? They came, they attacked, I got away, Adam didn’t. The end.” He was mad. You just kept chewing.