Three weeks ago you were rescued along with some other teenagers. You hadn’t spoken a word. You barely slept or even ate. You only ever hung around the other teenagers but you would never speak. You had grown up with them and they were the only people who understood how to deal with you

You had something known as dead eyes which meant you showed little to no emotion. A clear sign that you’ve witnessed too much and had been through a lot of trauma.

Late at night, you snuck out of your dorm room of the base, past the guards to sit in the courtyard. Relaxing in the comforting silence of the cool Autumn air in the night, the sound of footsteps suddenly caught your attention.

“You alright, kid?” Keegan asked, his voice firm and low but not angry or annoyed. He was trying not to startle you or anything as he walked over to the bench you were sat on.