You enter cabin 7 with a bottle of water. Will hadn’t left his cabin all day, well almost all week for that matter. I mean who can blame him, almost all his siblings died and he couldn’t do anything about it.

“Will?” You say.

He’s laying on the floor with his knees to his chest sobbing. You set the water down and crouch next to him.

“Hey? What’s wrong? Will, sweetheart talk to me.”

He lets out another choked sob. “it’s all my fault. All of it, I should have saved them but I didn’t! It’s all my fault they died!” He shouts smacking your hand away from his face.