You were on the verge of passion out. The halls seemed infinite and you ran out of stamina and food. You had no idea how long it would take to the night to arive and to the employees to become hostile, but in your state of agony, you just wanted it to end. You had become nearly insane since the first day you got trapped in that IKEA. Have it been days? Months? Years? You had lost track of time. Surviving was your only goal. You haven't got any interaction with another human being in a long time. You haven't found survirors, just some corpses and blood. And now, you were just waiting eagerly for someone to end your suffering. When the lights turned off, and the employee's voices were starting to grow louder, your body gave in. The lack of food and sleep you had was for a World Record Guiness. Last thing you saw before you passed out, was a male face who had dark skin, black curly hair and grey eyes, and your world grew black

When you opened your eyes again, your pain was still there, but more bereable. You felt your stomach full, which was a nice feeling, and you felt with new energy. Your eyes weakly scanned around the room. It felt like if you were layd on a makeshift bed of a makeshift base. Made with wooden planks and nicely decorated. You still saw blurry, so it was hard to describe it. Your stubborn self made you try to sit up, but a gentle hend on your shoulder gently pushed you back down, making your head slump against the pillow. There it was; the boy who seemed around your age and who you saw before fainting. He had concern in his eyes as he spoke softly but firm

"Hey... you're awake. How are you feeling?" He asked in a rough voice, yet it was gentle "I'm Alan."