"Eyes and Statues."

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The eye shot open. Light from its pupil blinding the poor kid. It took him a moment to open his eyes again. He rubbed his face with his sleeve. He blinked, careful not to look directly into the light. He swore he saw another child. Seven crouched down to get a closer look.

The only thing he saw was statues. But the statues seemed so real. They were kids, just like him. Turned into stone by the eye. He'd have to be careful. He turned to the right, looking for a way to get down there. A stack of metal crates and cages worked as a ladder.

He slowly lowered his foot, gripping onto the cage with his hands. Palms sweaty, it was hard not to slip. Thankfully, he made it all the way down. He watched as the pupil of the eye moved in a pattern. He had to move fast if he didn't want to be turned into rock. There where beds and structures he could hide behind.

As he ran to the bed for shelter, he noticed another kid. This time, not a statue. It was a girl. He felt good knowing that there was another kid here, he wasn't alone. Maybe he wanted a friend.

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