Alicia...
That's the name she hadn't heard anyone say before. She did not have any idea that it was her name.
Her life as number #731 was filled with white rooms, white people, and excruciating pain. She was so hungry that she had to munch on her blanket and swish her mouth with saliva to relieve her stomach ache.
Now....
She looked at the pile of centipede bones she left behind. She wouldn't go hungry anymore. She sat across the wall that contained scribbles and numbers she couldn't understand.
It's been a day since the earthquake happened and the monsters appeared, but she can't get out of the winding tunnels.
That wall with scribbles is an exit used by white people to get out. There was a sliding metal door that took white people away from here. Now it disappeared.
