Silenced filled the room as we sat there eating some of the canned food that we heated up on a stove we found in the basement.

I was worried that Jack might attempt to meet his sister again however he seemed to have no urge to move and just sat there silently refusing to eat as if had given up on life entirely.

Too exhausted with tragedy to even attempt death.

Even moving seemed to be a boorish thought as he stayed still almost wishing for death to claw upon him and give him sweet release from reality.

I wanted to say something however, I couldn’t.

Using the little empathy left I had I imagined what it would be like to see my mother die before my eyes and I couldn’t imagine the pain.

He had no one left not even a friend.

The only person left in his world who could understand him was himself.

The somber mood filled the mood as we sat there.

The silence made me want to drift off into the chambers of my mind however, I knew that if I did despair would overtake my will and I might start seeing life as Jack does.

In an effort to break the silence I tried to speak to Ezra however I couldn’t I didn’t even know what to say.

Words had left my brain and my voice felt too weak to break the strong barrier of silence.

I felt like I was drowning in it.

Ezra seemed to notice my efforts and broke the silence, not with words but a simple hum.

I just sat there and closed my eyes while listening to his gentle hum.

It felt nice and relaxing.

It filled me with warmth similar to when my mother used to hum me to sleep when I was a child.

I felt my eyes grow heavy as I listened to his soft voice as it was cushioned enough for my pillow and made me feel warm enough to feel as if I had blankets on me.

I slowly drifted off to dreams of warm nostalgia and kind memories.

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I slowly felt my eyes start opening again.

I couldn’t tell the time as there was no underground but I imagined I had slept all night. Someone had turned off the lights in the night and it took a while for my eyes to adjust to the dark.

I felt a pain in my neck which reminded me that I had fallen asleep on the floor and not on a bed.

I looked around and saw Jack peacefully asleep in a bed.

I was glad that he was fine for now.

As I continued to look around I saw Ezra who was still awake.

He seemed to be watching over Jack like a worried father.

It seemed that he didn’t get any sleep last night.

I walked over to him and sat next to him.

He didn’t say a word and just kept watching over Jack.

On closer inspection of his face, I could see his eyelids looked as if they would shut at any moment.

Dark bags were under his eyes as he seemed to struggle to stay awake.

Seeing this I couldn’t help but say

“Get some rest”.

He looked at me for a second before nodding and moving over to a bed.

He laid down and fell asleep almost instantly.

I sat there alone in the dark not wanting to wake up Jack by moving around a lot.

I pondered on what to do for a moment however I decided to do nothing at all.

The entire time I have been here I have hated the silence however, Maybe silence is when I’m the safest. I sat there listening to the sounds of nothing.

The only noise that managed to penetrate the gentle silence was the quiet breathing of those asleep.

I felt at peace.

The thoughts that usually plagued my mind usually seemed to have left in the night.

It was almost surreal it felt as if I had finally come to an acceptance of the silence.

I tried to prevent myself from drowning in it however, maybe drowning is only painful when you struggle.

I wished that this moment would never end.

I wished for eternal silence not from death but, from the silence of a quiet room.

Eventually, I got hungry and went to go cook my breakfast in the basement.

I would have cooked it for the others but, it might have gotten cold before they woke up and I didn’t feel like waking them from their peaceful slumber.

I cooked a can of clam chowder soup as the soup was easy to drink out of the can as we had used the utensils last night and no one had dared wash them with our valuable water.

After I cooked it I brought it upstairs and ate it while enjoying the silence.

I would have eaten it downstairs so that I wouldn’t accidentally wake up the others however, the weapons in there made me uncomfortable.

I slowly ate while sitting in the dark.

I eventually finished my soup and I put it in a little garbage container that was in the basement.

As I went down into the basement I found a little lamp and a book.

The book was called ‘The Prince’ by an author named Maccabelli.

It didn’t personally interest me however it was a way to pass the time.

I managed to find a lighter for the lamp and used a small bit to light it and then I set it down next to me while I read upstairs.

I sat far away from the beds so that the light wouldn’t distract the two deep in slumber. As I was reading, however, I heard the hatch above me open.