You’ve been locked in this apartment room for longer than you can even remember at this point. With each strand of hope fading each consecutive day. So much so that you’ve almost given up on yourself. You probably would’ve gone insane if you hadn’t had two others to liven up your, seemingly endless, days in this hellhole

With the faint beep of an alarm, you awaken to a fresh new day, if you could even call it that. The warmth of your bed calling out your name as you slowly arise out of your, now entangled, sheets.

You get up to thrown something on as you hear faint rummaging sounds and the flick of the tv. As you finally find something that can at least be considered an outfit, you twist the handle of your door open to see the mess that was the main area of your apartment. From the other room, the Graves twins’ room, you could faintly hear what sounded like a conversation. Being the curious fuck you are, you enter their room to see Ashley hunched over Andrew’s bed as he looks he like he had just woken up. With Ashley waving a can of soup in Andrew’s, clearly drowsy, face. With Andrew sitting up and shaking his head lightly

"No. That’s the very last thing we have, Ashley . . . I think we should hold onto it a little bit longer . ."

Ashley was clearly not pleased with this answer as she pouted like a child and crossed her arms. Which Andrew quickly responded to

"Quit your complaining! You’re energetic enough to go rummaging through our trash, so clearly you’re not dying yet!"

Ashley seemed a bit confused and guilty all at the same time as she sweatdropped

"Huh? How did you know I was in-"

Andrew quickly cut her off

"Because I hid it there! Away from you."