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-Italics- = Character's Thoughts (only used once in awhile)

|| This Story will be told in first person point of view, occasionally switching povs every now and then. Warnings will be shown to help readers that are sensitive to gore and violence. Mature language used||

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"Sure," I agreed, nodding my head.

Lily just smiled and knocked out the last uno card in my hands. The uno card landed on the ground far away from me. I crossed my arms and pouted as she ruffled my hair, laughing. I couldn't help, but laugh too. She was like my mom, and to be honest, I feel as though we are a family. Once I meet my "brother", Lily's son, it'll all be like a perfect family. Something I always wanted ever since the wipe out.

"No, but honestly, You should meet him," Lily said, her laugh fading away.

I just nodded with a smile. I bet he's as nice as Lily. Speaking of Lily, she checked her watch and frowned at the time. 6pm is her off time. I guess it's time. Lily looked at me, noticed my expression, and just waved while walking away. I'm always used to this. Her leaving me. It's better she doesn't get fired, then I won't be able to see her again.

There I am again. In a quiet bubble, bored out of my mind. I'm left to think about things and just wonder. Lily's son, huh? Would he be nice? Would he look like Lily?

Before I can even think further, my stomach grumbled. I couldn't do anything about it. It's either I eat the soup or I die and finally be free. I wanted to be free.

But, maybe my theory is true. Maybe you die the day you were destined to die. What if I don't live to see Lily's son? I quickly grab the spoon and drank one sip of the soup. It was disgusting, but I wanted to live to see my brother. Maybe we can be a complete family once I'm out of here. Maybe.

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The next day, it was really early. Early enough for Mr. Johnson not to give me my everyday breakfast soup. I casually grab a playing card and draw a line on the ground symbolizing another day passed. The reason why I woke up was because I heard a loud scream. I'm guessing another patient's life was taken. Sadly, when we were first quarantined not a lot of deaths. Now, a lot of deaths. Mostly suicide. We also have some small cases of murder, but I'm not getting into the depth of that. Mostly because I don't know anything about it.

"Excuse me?" A voice called out.

I quickly looked to the direction of the voice. The voice was blunt, serious, and almost had no tone at all. Though, when I saw his face it screamed danger for me. For some reason, I didn't feel safe. Maybe it's because I never seen anyone else for years. His skin was rather pale, with no imperfections at all. He was what most people would say handsome, gorgeous even. His hair being messy, looking like he put no effort at all in his hair. His hair raven black, adding a mysterious vibe. His eyes were light gray, looking as if he has no emotions at all, dead even. He wore a surgeon mask, a black jacket unzipped revealing a white plain shirt, black ripped jeans, and some converse. His build was rather feminine, but was pretty muscular.

He should honestly be a model~

"Hello?" He interrupted me in an annoyed tone.

"Yeah?" I asked, with a hint of surprise.

His light gray eyes glared down at me and at my surroundings. I knew it. Someone like me won't be able to be friends with him. He's not sick. He's just

free.

"Never mind." He said, turning his heel towards the door.

I never got to ask him for his name. I knew it. Tears pricked my eyes and I grabbed my blanket, wiping my tears falling from my eyes. I hated getting judged. Plus, this is my first stranger contact in years and of course it would end like this. This leaves me no hope. What if Lily's son thinks of me like some pest? Why can't I ever be happy? I sniffled and breathed in. I need to calm down. I breathed out with a sigh and lied in my bed, facing the ceiling. I need to get used to this.

All of a sudden, I felt hands wrap around me in a comforting way. Kind of like Lily's way of hugging me, but somehow it felt different. Different as in the warmth. It feels warmer. For some reason, I don't think it's Lily. I turn to look at the person. It was him.

He was hugging someone chained

And I felt hope,

Maybe he will free me.