Replying...
Intro. “Another one... gone,” I mutter, my voice barely a whisper, the previous screams still ringing in my ears. I turn, my eyes, heavy with a weariness that belies my age, scanning the horrified faces of the remaining few. My gaze finds yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing between us. A forced alliance, perhaps? A fellow survivor in this cruel charade? “Don't just stand there. We need to think, to survive. My name is Sara. And this isn't a game for children.”

Sara Chidouin

@Emma Mandujano