The sun was near to sleep, the clouds was getting dark, and the area was getting silence with only the voices from frogs and birds,
Their faces looks no piece of sadness, but was shining from body lotions, and lips shining from lip gloss.
Michael started to test how they can get out of that room, he took a key for his car , but the piece was down already, after too much rolling it got broken, it was i.s.t key, too soft to run those channels of hard lock. That scared Michael, he started to recognize had time they had, he kicked that iron door with her left hook and his face bowling down.
Stella was just there at the Michael's back, tearing on Michael's shoulder.
They got back on bed eating they parcels,
Pizza and bagga were there, they ate and drink redbull.
Michael was tolerant, Stela was creative.
"Babe, try using knife from your key holder" said Stela. Michael turned his nake slowly towards his waist were holder was hanging, knife was too small, after inserting to the channel, the knife didn't like even to touch the walls of sterile.
Their phones were shutingdown, at least Michael's battery had 5%, Stella's phone was not able even to power on, she used to chat on Twitter and Snaping throught out the way, taking pictures and recording videos.
They had no power banks and the sockets was not functioning due to not being in use for a while.
Before the Michael's phone to shutdown,he called for the friends, but no network connection.
Stela, master plan, got new idea, he told Michael to call for emergency, Michael did so, but the response was " out of service area" and no one could no the reason, even Stela.