((To replace that which was lost in September. If it feels like there's no effort in this post, that's because...))
The exit to the bathroom wasn't greased this time. That was good.
Logan was still grinning like an idiot, and Joseph was off somewhere in the fetal position. Jessica wished she could just curl up and make it go away, too. If only. The best she could do was keep going on the way she had been the past few days. That's all she could do, and it was the best she hoped on everybody else.
That, and to block out the damn voices each morning.
Such a task seemed impossible as it was the group's alarm clock, their anchor tying them to a new day lost and alone and in their little oasis in the middle of a presumed and mysterious hell. While Jessica tried to shut out the announcements, this time they held the key to their survival past all the tales of their friends and classmates... well... the tales of... things. Happening to them.
"We have to leave..." Jessica said in disbelief, her voice barely a murmur. She stuffed her daypack with the few belongings that were once inside it but had been used to take care of herself; her toothbrush (even when kids were out and about, your teeth could never be too clean), a few other effects and such... mostly things to pass the time and pretend life was normal. The rest of the room in the pack was stuffed with various snack foods pilfered from the shop. They'd have to leave most of the larger stuff as it was; she suggested taking the tent, but that was up to somebody else to carry.
"Let's... let's move, I guess."
She didn't much care where to. She just wished she could have stayed.
((Jessica Sanders continued in It's a Sign with Neon and Everything