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    [justify][font=calibri][color=white]Bedisa sniffles softly to herself. This was bad. Very bad. She was hyperventilating again... She was scared and this Colombian who spoke barely any English wasn't helping. She wouldn't comfort her...!

    Miguel started humming a song for about five seconds, stopping because it echoed creepily throughout the almost silent room. He rubbed his arms for warmth, jangling the chains loudly.

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    "Guys calm the fuck down!"
    Amelia hissed, flailing the best she could.
    "This is not worst-case-scenario, okay? We're all fine, for the most part."
    She nodded, trying to make herself believe the string of words that were coming out of her mouth.


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    "Yeah" Agreed Alfred with a small nod, but he shook with fear himself. "But it's gonna be soon" he muttered under his breath. All if this is so paranormal with ghosts and stuff, I fucking hate ghosts! Thought the American bitterly.


    Madison gulped and held back a whimper of fright. Women are first?! What if I'm first?! But I guess everyone will be tortured eventually... she thought, looking around with fright.

    "Not a worst case scenario...?!" Maria asked frantically. "What would be...?!" She was friends with Amelia, and wouldn't usually be so snappy, but what kind of mentality would YOU have if you were kidnapped, chained, and caged?

    [justify][font=calibri][color=white]"These chains aren't even long enough to scratch my head, or fix my hair or anything! This is a BAD scenario if I can't even scratch my head!" Bedisa whined. She was scared and pretty miffed about the situation. Who, and what the hell was this guy?

    Miguel rolled his eyes. Bedisa was being a drama queeeeeeeeeen. He shifted to a more comfortable position, while Maria sat at the wall of the cage, staring out into darkness, longing for freedom.

    "Don't worry Maria, we will get out of here soon." Allistor comforted but honestly, he didn't know if they would. Maybe they would be kept here forever, killed or mentally go insane. He shuddered and shook his head from the thoughts before he would start going insane but he felt the insanity slowly rise inside of him.

    "I hope so..." Maria said, her voice dripping with anguish. She wished she could at least stand up, but the chains said otherwise.

    The Italian had already fell into deep slumbler, dreaming of getting out of this cruel, dark place and in the sunny, green meadows picking flowers with his friends. Eating pasta and sleeping with cats. He giggled softly in his sleep and after that, no sound was made.

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    [justify][font=calibri][color=white]Bedisa shifted a little and sighed. She was... confused. What should she do? No idea... Martha was sleeping. She envied her ability to sleep in a place that WASN'T her bed.

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    Amelia was sleeping too. She could sleep through almost everything. Except a zombie apocalypse. Stupid zombies.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][font=calibri][color=white]Yes, could you reply please so we can bump this? c:

    Feliciano woke up, calling for Germany over and over again. He was crying because he missed his friends around him. He was horrified as well.