Well we hurt each other ..... Day 12 part 1

Throughout the day of Day 11 and continuing on into the night the remaining fifty people in the room spent the night getting to know one another. Learning that they're more than just numbers and that they are in this together. Jim spoke to each of them as if it was his personal house party, going back and forth and introducing other to each other based upon the little tid bits he learned from each of them.

"Cynthia, this Janice, Janice this is Cynthia, did you know your both from West Virginia." he moved through out the room asking them if they've had enough to eat and drink, did they have any medical issues or did they need to talk to someone to help them along.

Dalton's ghosts - Every day is exactly the same

These days in this room have been trying, and when this started he thought for sure he knew the outcome, it wouldn't end pretty. Every day is a new horror, but when everyday is filled with fear, its not really fear anymore, its just a Wednesday. Its any day of the week. Every day becomes the same, the routine of pain or fear, worrying nervously over things that are beyond control becomes the normal.

Liz's thorns

One song has followed her in her life, so much so that along her side she had tattooed up her body a vine of flowers fully equipped with thorns. Most look at the body art and see pretty flowers and think its sweet, but to her she looks in the mirror and she sees the thorns.

We're one, but we're not the same ..... Day 11

The awning retracts, to a certain point where most of the group can stand up, they have to then help untangle 5 people from the net and allow their bodies to fall to the floor so that the make shift ceiling can go back into the walls. Five more dead, and one to leave today, that makes a total of 50 people gone from this room, half of the people that started are already gone.

Several people move the bodies to one of the walls out of the way as the rest of the group moves to the center and awaits the monitor to come on and Cipher to release whomever has number ten. Jim stands and stares at the bodies against the wall. "Hey you okay?" Scott walks up to him and puts his hand on his shoulder.