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I slip away, away from the shouts, hoping to get away from these gladers who i now expected had some kind of bloodlust for me.

Panting i reach the entrance to the homestead, wondering which way i should go. Deciding i stumble blindly with tears in my eyes to the stairs babyface had lead me down. Reaching the sick boys room i carry on, diving into the room they kept me in. Luckily no one is there, the havoc of the newbie alarm must have forced the doctors to go help as well. Looking over the bed has been tidied, new clean, crisp sheets laid on the bed ready for their next patient.

Voices ring down the hall and footsteps draw ever closer, tiptoeing i walk to the door. whispers call out quietening the hall, and a few slow steady footsteps echo toward the door. I hear someone talking in a hushed, low tone. Pressing my ear against the door i listen in, "take it slow guys, we just need to know" gasping i collapse away from the door, pushing my body weight up against it, hoping to keep these people away from me.

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