Gazing over the newly visible sky, their eyes showed obvious interest and a smile of amazement slowly plastered on. They looked at the stars and the moon with no information but still found them wonderful. Amazed but they were slowly put back in reality. Overlooking the night sky just below miles upon miles of water-filled their eyes. They looked around themselves. A small platform was just a way ahead and there seemed to be a ship of some sort. They also looked at the ground a realized the distinctive difference between those and the ones they were used to. It was dark, the kind you could see but only lit because of dim lights. Illuminated by the moon and the dim light polls, they walked forward. They noticed the normal change as the noise different was extreme, used to very little noise this day had been a rude awakening. The splashes against the weathering shores had a loud sound enough to arouse recognition.
They walked forward through the eerie darkness with caution. An unknown feeling washed over. It was something they hadn't felt before, as if they were worried and a puzzling feeling came over them. Unaware of the new emotion that they found, they continued with an odd amount of caution. They stepped forward foot by foot careful not to make too much noise or stumble. Though their precautions were a preventative measure, they didn't always help, especially with the current rate of movement.
They heard something rattling of some sort over to the right. They looked over but the dim lights limited their visibility. The rattling continued and then a new sound entered their ears, a purr of a kind, with a tone of wailing. The wailing made them feel a hint of pity for it, whatever it was. The sense of urgency they once held on to and the odd feeling that grew, was quickly forgotten and replaced. They jolted right and saw what was making the sounds that was disastrously affecting their state of mind. Looking at the small being, a soft gaze came over them. Almost crushed between something they knew well, something they called a life holder or as the others called them body bags. They looked back at it and observed the wound. It had what seemed to be a stab wound, an odd look stretched upon their face.
The type of wound that presented itself, which was of being's, is something that shouldn't be seen with the injury they expected. They needed to find something, something that would connect it. They dragged the body bag off the cat and moved back further. They laid it and rolled it until they saw a zipper. They prepared themselves for something shocking, and it was. Opening up the zipper, they pulled down but was stopped by white cloth. Similar to that of the one's they wore. Pulling hard they overcame the white cloth but were met with something else. A loose finger, they stared at it disgusted. They pulled it out and opened the bag exposing the bloodied face of another. Looking at the cadaver they looked oddly at it with a thought in their mind; I know them. Moving away their blood-drenched hair with their hand, they examined the face. Looking at their visage, they didn't find their appearance uninviting. It was someone they had known, but their relationship was not solid or close. They had sat together a few times and talked, something that they remembered so far back. Their face was the same even as it was lifeless. It hadn't decomposed or rotted. Their soft features and rounded face were the same.
They put on a wryly smile, they had conversed about resistance from the whites, something they found skeptical. They dragged the body out of the bag. Only leaving the being and them there. It was here where they saw the full extent of the wound. A knife hanged loosely out of the body only held in by a mangled piece of flesh. They found other knives and when protruding out of the bag. Grabbing the contaminated knife, they created a scenario where the knife could have indirectly damaged the being, most likely from its sharp edges.
Scanning the body, they noticed the redness from their neck. The scratches on their legs and arms, their body littered with bruises. With each new discovery, the brutality of the whites was clearly on display for no one but themselves to see. They didn't think further examinations were due to deduce the way the being was injured. Picking it up, they felt the soft fur and the bones of such. It lessened their breathing and it felt soothing to have it around. They put the knife in their backpack draining it of its purity.
They continued further to the dimly lit end, revealing a dock filled with one huge ship. It held boxes and boxes of things and was huge. They felt that all of the others and themselves could fit there. They walked away from the ship and decided to check the area for other ways. The land they walked on was bumpy and uneven. They walked with less caution than they did originally but still crept on.
An easier means of escape was nowhere to be on the island. There was just the dock and the massive craft. They had just realized a significant problem; 'How am I going to go on?' Kneeling of their knees the dropped the being on the floor, vaguely hoping that its injury would prevent it from moving. They pranced about thinking for the best answer for their search.
Meow, they heard it coming from the being, but it was different. When they had first heard the being it sounded like whining, it had called for help. It needed aid, and they answered it. They helped it survive but even now their job wasn't finished. They had expected the being's priority to be that, but from the calling, they heard they suspected something; they are lonely.
It was a feeling they knew well, they had to be forcefully removed from each other. They were left alone, left inside one of the most remote grounds in the facility. That's why seeing someone like them, bloodied and beaten affected them. Friendship was something forbidden so they would cherish it.
The being had been abandoned; it was left to fend for itself. It became lonely and like them. A weird feeling came over them, guilt. They thought I can't leave them.
The looked wearily at the platform that connected the thing and the ground. The waves constantly crashed into them creating a rocking of sorts. They wondered how they would get across and most importantly what would happen if they fell. They held the being closer feeling its breathing against their skin. It was slow and steady despite the noise and darkness. They suspected it found comfort in it being held.
They knew they had to go, and they had decided something in their mind.
They would survive.