I woke up with a painful growl in my stomach.

It seemed that my hunger was getting to me especially today.

My only saving thought was that this was the last full day I had to be here.

tomorrow the final bell would ring. I was breaths away from freedom.

As I was getting up the strange trick I saw last night with Annabeles eyes was replaying in my head.

I swear it was an illusion as it only slated a moment however Ezra’s words were repeating in the back of my head.

I decided that there wasn't much I could do about it.

There was no reason to cause distrust in the group at the moment.

No one could harm anyone else with the safety of the church around.

As I was lost in thought I took a glance over at Jack and Cheryl to see how she was doing.

A frown found itself on my face.

She didn’t look well at all.

Her face was pale and she had a sweat going down her face.

It seemed that Ezra and Jack were taking care of her, however, Jack looked to be in a worse state than Cheryl.

His eye bags were very apparent and his body looked like it could collapse at any moment.

His lips were dry as it seemed he was giving up a bit of his water for Cheryl.

Cheryl looked bad however, Jack looked worse.

Cheryl looked like she could die any day however, Jack seemed as if he could die any second.

The situation was truly dire with the only saving grace being a chance at freedom tomorrow.

I helped Ezra and Jack with Cheryl however, there wasn't much we could do for her.

I looked at Jack and tried to convince him to get some rest.

It took a while, even Ezra and Annabelle joined in the pleading however, he finally agreed to get some sleep.

When he laid down still holding Cheryl's hand his eyes drew closed quickly.

He seemed to be asleep in a few moments. He was overworking himself.

The thought I had a while ago about the two’s death managed to resurge in the back of my mind.

I tried to shake away the thought however, I couldn’t.

Ezra seemed to notice my worry and said

“If you have this much time to worry about someone else you aren't focused enough on survival.”

I looked at him for a moment before saying

“Arent you more worried than I am?”.

It was obvious his worry for the siblings.

It felt like if one died the other would pass not long after.

Even on Annabelles face worry could be seen.

The only people who seemed unbothered were the Albino girl and Wilson.

Wilson seemed unable to understand the gravity of the situation however, the Albino girl seemed uninterested as if she had seen this a million times before.

I hoped for everyone's survival however, for some reason it felt impossible.

It seemed that despair had rooted itself deep into my mind at that point. It also seemed to poison everyone else.

There were very few sparks of hope left and I was clinging to everyone.

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The sound of metal eventually rang through the church.

However, the only people who left the church were Annabelle and Wilson as he wanted to go out and play.

Jack and Cheryl were still asleep so the only ones awake and here were me and Ezra.

I didn’t want to go outside as I wanted to save my energy for tomorrow and Ezra seemed to want to do the same.

I wanted to stop Annabelle from going outside with Wilson however, she told me she was fine and went with him so that he could go and play.

As we sat there I attempted to think of any sort of hope that I could find. I asked Ezra

“What do you want to do when you get out of here?”.

He looked at me for a moment before looking upwards and saying

“I’m going to go to Naomi’s and give her a big hug.”

Hearing him talk about Naomi I wondered something and foolishly asked

“what about your kids? I haven’t heard anything about them”

A sad smile appeared on his face as if he was remembering a bitter-sweet memory.

“My son was a soldier in the army. He was deployed in Afghanistan in 2010 and sadly he didn’t return.”

I didn’t know what to say.

The only thing I could reply was “I-I'm sorry for your loss”.

He took a glance at me for a moment before saying

“It’s alright. You didn’t know.”

The conversation died down after that.

I couldn’t imagine the pain that Ezra felt about losing his son.

From the look in his eyes from earlier, it seemed he isn’t over it and it was likely that he never would be.

“Tyler. His name was Tyler.”

he gently spoke cutting the previous silence with his words.

I replied, “It’s a good name.”

“His mother named him that. She was very adamant on naming him after her father.”

he chuckled as he seemed to recall the memory.

He looked at me and asked

“What about you? What are you going to do once you get back?”.

I hadn’t thought about it much.

After a moment of thought, I said the most honest thing I could think of

“Find my mom and hug her really tight. Then probably cry a lot.”

“what about your father is he, not the hugging type?”.he joked back.

“He killed himself when I was born. My mom told me he had Bipolar disorder. She always told me that I was lucky I didn’t inherit it from my father.”

He seemed surprised at my words

“I'm sorry,” He said back.

“It’s fine I never had any memories of him anyways so it never really affected me that much”.

It seemed that we were both horrible at asking questions.

After a few more moments of silence, the bell rang and Annabelle and Wilson came back.

We only had one more bell remaining.