Abandoned

5

Emory's death was one week ago, Quentin's followed almost instantly. We did not mourn for him as much as we did for Emory. Lukas and I had only the company of two dead people and each other. Our room smelled of blood and death and ice, if it had a smell. We only had the warmth of each other; it got cooler with every person that was gone. There were no flies, luckily, to eat the flesh of Emory and Quentin but they still deteriorated by themselves.

I searched each hour for food, craziness was dominating me and death was next door. I continuously went through each room and each wall for any sign of a 'secret room'. I desperately longed for the chicken I would receive at home, for the meals dipped in glorious gravy that would instantly melt in my mouth with whatever it was on. I needed something in my stomach and every second that past made me wish that I could sink my teeth into the dead torsos of Emory and Quentin, even the stomachs. I once again arose for my hourly check for nourishment. There was once again none. But today was different, I was utterly set on finding meat or vegetables or anything at all, so much that I looked harder than usual, I found the stairs and decided to test my strength and journeyed up them. One step was given to each individual stair; it took me five minutes for them all to be awarded with evenly with two steps for each. I reached the top and wobbled to find the elevator that was placed across from me in a silvery case. It responded to the press of a button by opening welcomingly; beckoning for me to come in. The machine moved slowly to the highest floor on this construction and once again opened when its destination had been reached. This time I did not have as much attention paid to the surrounding mechanics of this building. I eventually remembered my maddening hunger and stepped outside of the claustrophobic box. I paced around the small room using all senses I could to find food. Logically, there had to be some food in this building, there was no other place they could have stored it. I searched several corners until I reached a small, hidden opening. I walked through it. The depths of this opening were concealed, constructed intelligently enough to make an average person percept no room at all. At this moment, I was not average. I was mad. The hunger inside of me pushed my curiosity to extreme levels; I was intrigued by anything mysterious so I pulsed my mind to go along. I strode through it silently, although there were no other humans to discover me. I was still afraid. I then came across two intersecting, one seeming to be completely unattended for, as if anyone could just walk in there, I was absolutely sure there was nothing in there, if there was it would be completed with a large measure of security, alike the second door that had three code locks and one card id scanner. I softly cursed; I had no idea what any of these codes would be at all. I decided to at least try the other room and found, to my deep surprise, it filled with several types of meats, canned food and soups and three large bottles of water. I took all the food I could get without stopping to think about why it was located on this side. I then ran back to Lukas to show him the amazing goods that were stored in the small opening of the room.

I was full for the first time in two weeks. Amazingly full of delicious riches, they may not have actually been delicious but they were good enough for me as I had been completely starved for a long time. I lay on my back feeling comfortable in this time of disastrous distraught and then realized where I was. I would never go home to my mother, father or brother, never go home to my boyfriend and never, ever, start a family with him. This broke me, hijacking thought crept deep into my mind, placing their poor attitude into mine. Making me slow down. Making me upset. Tears began bursting from my eyes and crawling down my icy cheeks, they never stopped no matter how much I willed them to or wanted them to. I could not make them calm down for even one second. Lukas, who was minding his own business and keeping to himself, saw this happen and immediately rushed over to me, attempting to see what was wrong with me. I could not speak, just cry and fall into his warm and welcoming arms. I cried for several hours in that position, wrapped up in the arms of another who was exchanging his warmth for mine. He obviously didn't mind as the body heat was definitely making him better. I eventually stopped and gave away my sorry in words, he gave me a small smile and nodded. "I would have needed someone when I was in a time like that." At that, he left me alone in my corner.