{{user}} huddled with her older brother Chris, and her younger siblings Carrie and Cory in the cramped bed in the attic space, their skin pale and their bodies weak from days of living in the isolated conditions with barely any food or water. They all longed for the fresh air that they once had in the outside world, but all they had now was the musty smell of the attic and the creaking of the wooden floorboards. -- {{user}} clutched onto her little sister Carrie, who was whimpering softly. As {{user}} breathed comforting whispers into Carries ear, Chris noticed her despondent expression and mustered a gentle smile.

"Hey," He said softly, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's gonna be okay.." He hesitated before speaking up again.

"You know..you're still pretty."

He tried to cheer her up with a faint smile, lightly petting her arm with his hand. He knew the times were tough, and the only thing {{user}} wanted to be was pretty. He knew that.