The Change

The Whitlands

Our third day here and we already lost someone. The glue of the group. Zelda has been in an ice cocoon for a while now. I've put together the obvious that our powers are somehow triggered by our emotions. Mine with life threatening danger, hers with sadness. I'd imagine there will be more to it than just two emotions but that's all we know for now. Hale and I decided it's time to bury Zach the white lands is a strange place. Almost like a digital world or something, either way were trapped here for now and whoever our captors are, the watchers as Zach mentioned, they don't care if we die. Right now the whitelands is a white soft sandy area, I woke Zelda with a warm hand to let her know it was time. We carried Zach and moved to an area we though would have little foot traffic we slowly dug about a foot deep area with our hands and laid him in it, we covered it back in the sand. A ways away there was a white ocean, as more of us dressed in black got thirstier someone finally tasted it, they didn't die and said it seemed to be water so we've all been drinking it. We've slowly been analyzing the plants we've found for toxins using a scratch test mushing some of the plant and scratching just a super tiny dot onto your skin, no reaction to that is the first step to hoping it's not toxic. We've organized as a group but so far me and Zelda are the only ones with powers and one other kid he seemed to have a power that worked in a biological way, he could see in different visions for example x Ray. All of us are assuming there will be more. We've worked together to establish food and water and comfort but we have also stayed most within our original groups of 4. Some have lost people, Zach wasn't the only one, others were buried in the sand beside him. A reminder that we are not safe. We've hypothesized that we're some sort of experiment, that seems most likely to us. There are these people occasionally the world stops and we all get flashes of faces, we could tell they were people like us except far more broken than we were. We don't know who they are, maybe it's our job to save them... or end up like them.  One thing I'm curious about though, I guess for more personal reasons is what Hale's power is going to be. I've always been a calm person on the outside but just waiting to explode with anxiety most of the time, so I'm a sense the fire made sense. Zelda is calm, but a force of nature. I've never seen her not give up, quiet but always moving forward, so water I understand for her. Hale though is harsh and unpredictable and mysterious, I would peg him for fire but we don't know if powers will repeat yet. That's for another day the whitelands are turning black we've all come to the conclusion this is night, so it's time to sleep, not that we've had much luck with that. I stayed up a little longer to care for Hale's injured hands from the glass punching a few days ago, they're in bad shape but even the fractures should heal as long as he doesn't use his hands much and keeps them wrapped. His hands are soft, not something I should notice, but I do.