She didn’t want to disturb them, not when they had already been through so much hardship, so much suffering, she didn’t want to upset them further…but she had nowhere else to turn.She turned into her classroom and found herself standing there, looking into the classroom window at the scene in front of her. She had always been curious about the world outside of this facility, and although her curiosity only grew stronger in college, she had refused to leave. It was too dangerous for them, too much responsibility, especially after what had happened, so she stayed there, trying to forget everything that had happened to her, trying to make new memories, new family. She tried very hard, but she still had problems remembering things she didn’t remember having, things like names or faces or the color of her skin. But somehow, in all these years, they never noticed that she was losing her grip, and eventually she became so consumed with grief, and confusion, that she was driven out of the pr

“Thank you.” He smiled softly.They started walking slowly together, side by side. Neither of them wanted to talk, so neither of them dared to do it. Instead, they both watched as the scenery around them slowly changed from the bleak buildings and dark alleyways that they had seen earlier to the open fields and beautiful forests that surrounded them.“You know, I’m glad to see that you don’t seem to mind being stuck in this city after everything that happened.” She said softly. “It must be nice living somewhere where people will look after you and provide you with food and shelter.”“Actually, yes. I always felt uncomfortable and unwanted in the hospital. I used to live alone in the foster homes, and I didn’t feel very safe, so whenever I had to move in with a new family, they would ask me for my name, age, and where I came from. They never really cared for me, and the kids there often ignored me and made fun of me. I was always bullied by the other kids, and sometimes even adults, an

Don’t move. Do you hear me?” His voice sounded harsh and menacing.“Okay…” Emily stammered, her voice trembling slightly, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.“Good.” He said before he turned away from her again. The gun clicked. Emily squeezed her eyes shut tightly as the pain suddenly surged through her body. Her eyes popped open again when she felt the sudden pressure on her foot. She looked down, to see her foot being grabbed by what seemed to be some type of rubber band. She tried to kick her leg free from it, but it tightened even more and dug itself deeper into her foot, leaving red marks along her skin. She bit back the scream that wanted to escape her mouth. The gun clicked once again. A bright flash blinded her, and the pain stopped abruptly as suddenly as it had started.Slowly, Emily opened her eyes and saw her uncle’s head turn toward her slowly, his head tilting slightly to the side. She quickly realised that he was looking directly at her, holding the barrel of hi

Just until she heals properly.”“Thank you…” Her mother gave him a gentle smile and wrapped a protective arm around her daughter.“Let’s get her cleaned up and then head home, hmm?”“Sounds wonderful.”When she awoke the following day, her mom was sitting next to her bed holding her hand.“You’re awake,” she said softly, her fingers gently running up and down Emily’s skin. “You were sleeping so peacefully I decided to stay and wake you up once you woke up…it took a while though. How are you feeling today?”Emily let out a soft sigh and rolled onto her side. She propped herself up against the headboard and leaned back against the pillows. “Fine,” she mumbled, closing her eyes. “Everything hurts…everything aches. My leg especially.”Her mother chuckled lightly, brushing her bangs aside. “That doesn’t surprise me…you were screaming and fighting for a long time yesterday.”“I’m sorry,” she replied, opening her eyes again.“Don’t apologize. You can be extremely stubborn sometimes.” Her mot

Goldberg knew what he meant. There wasn’t anyone left alive. There were bodies everywhere: bodies charred black and burnt into little more than bones and ash. Goldberg looked around in horror, but sean was gone by the time he turned around. Goldberg searched for him frantically until he heard a door slam and footsteps coming down the hall. “Sean! Sean, where are you?” He yelled, but he received no answer. Goldberg followed the voices but didn’t get very far before something hit his forehead. His eyes rolled back into his head. He fell onto the floor, and he woke up in his bed again.Goldberg felt groggy and out of sorts. It wasn’t like this was new or anything. When he first woke up after the attack he’d experienced these feelings often enough. But he couldn’t remember when. He remembered having been attacked, he remembered running away, he remembered getting hit repeatedly in the face. Then there were flashes of white light, then pain. And then nothing. He tried not to think about ho