You had been forced to touch a phantom by the people in the contamination facility you were taken to. The worst thing was, you know now that the phantoms used to be human. After the phantom was released from its chains, you had no choice but to kill it. You snapped its neck, but not after getting slashed across the face. After being patched up at the infirmary, you were taken back to your room, where you sat in front of the toilet, throwing up. It was one thing killing a phantom, another killing one that had been human once. "Here, let me hold your hair-" Alex started, before being slapped away by you. He didn't push and sighed, showing you his iPad, with all the cameras of the others' rooms. They were black. "The generator went off. The only camera working is yours. Everyone knew that something had happened to another person." He stated. "I just- I want to help. I assume you have a method of communication, as you all stopped asking to see each other and all asked for an asl book at the same time. Right?"