《P I G S》8. A note
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Horror filled the room as reality came flooding in. How long had she been dead for? Did she just die? Or has she been dead all day? My face grew pale at the thought of being in a room with a corpse all day and not realizing it. Amar looked sick for a moment before he vomited on the floor. As I was thinking in shock about her sudden death I remembered the note that she looked at in the night. I asked Amar in a serious tone “can you check her pockets?”. Amar looked at me shocked at what I was saying and said “I-I- how can you say that. She just died!”. The group looked at me in surprise at my sudden words. In a quick panic I hastily explained my reasoning “Last night she checked to see if everyone was awake and once she thought everyone was asleep she pulled out a note from her pocket. Then she left the church in the middle of the night.” The group seemed even more shocked by these words than my original words. Amar in disbelief said “I-I don’t believe you!”. In return I spoke back “If you don’t believe me check her pockets.”. He hesitated for a moment, then he reached down and rummaged through her pockets. A face of shock hit his face as his hands stopped moving. Then he pulled out a note from her pocket. I could finally get a better look at the note. It was crumpled and old looking. There was dirt and water stains on it as if she just picked it up from the middle of nowhere. Amar looked at the note for a moment with a puzzled look on his face. “What does the note say?” Cherryl said. “It's a map.” Amar said. “Where does it go?” Ezra asked this time. Amar studied the map for a moment before saying “Just a bit into the forest. It's near where we get our water.” “I guess we know what someone is doing tomorrow then” Ezra announced. With that Ezra carried the body outside of the church so that It wouldn’t start smelling and Annabelle cleaned the vomit off the floor. Amar quietly came up to me and apologized about doubting me. Afterwards we finished dinner. Although no one really ate after that. Except Wilson who seemed to already forget the previous moment and was living in the current moment. I didn’t notice it while we were looking at the body but I could see that Wilson and Annabelle had tears stains down their cheeks. WIlson was strange to me. He cried every time someone died but he very quickly got over it.It was like every time he cried he was just imitating Annabelle. Afterwards everyone went and did their own thing however, it was still silent in the church. At this point I was getting used to the constant silence. It felt as if we were in a constant funeral unable to leave only sit there as the amount of bodies slowly grew. The only hope I could feel in the moment was thinking only five bells left until I could leave this hell hole. It was boring being in the church with nothing to do. It didn’t help with the mood being so grim. I decided that I should just go to bed early tonight. I contemplated staying up late however, I stayed up late last night and could barely even keep my eyes open. Even if I stayed up late I was almost always near the church door so I would probably be killed first. I also wasn't very strong so if anything came in from the front it could probably overpower me anyways. So if I had a choice I would rather die asleep than awake. As I thought this I drifted off to sleep without noticing.
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My eyes slowly opened as the sunlight coming through the door awoke me. I slowly got up and stretched my sore body. Sleeping on the floor was definitely not enjoyable. It was so dirty in the church I thought that maybe there would be rats inside the church, however I hadn’t seen a single animal since I got here whether that be bird, insect, or vermin. It seemed that it was just a bit past sunrise. I thought that I might be the first one up however I saw that Ezra was already up looking at a watch he had on him. There seemed to be a picture inside of it however I couldn’t see it. Whatever the image was Ezra seemed to look at it with kind and endearing eyes. There seemed to be a bit of sadness in his eyes as well though. As if he couldn’t reach the image. He soon noticed that I was up and put the watch away. “You’re up quite early today.” Ezra said, looking a little surprised at my early rise. “I went to bed early last night,” I meekly replied back. After that the conversation ended and an awkward silence filled the air. I tried to think of anything to say to break the silence. After an intense thinking period I finally thought of something to say “How come we don’t eat breakfast?” Ezra who seemed to be thinking about something snapped back to reality and said “huh? Oh we don’t eat breakfast because we never manage to get a lot of food for even lunch and dinner. Also we don’t know how long it takes for the berries to spoil so it's better to eat them all in two meals than to risk losing some for an extra meal.” I listened to his words and hoped he would continue the conversation by asking me a question however he didn’t and went back to zoning out. I thought he was supposed to be the chatty one? The awkward silence came back and just as I couldn’t take it. Amar woke up. Finally someone to help me break the silence. “Good morning Amar.” I said hoping to spark a conversation. “Oh? Good morning surprised to see you up this early” he replied. Just when I was about to continue the conversation he said “Well, it's a little early, I should probably get a bit more sleep.” He then turned over and closed his eyes. As he did the awkward silence pursued. Someone please get up.
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