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[b][color=orangered]“Don’t be scared. Don’t let them see.”[/color][/b][/center][hr]

	Two years passed by slowly. Everyone's lives became monotonous. What made it worse was that everyone was separated. Nine was the largest number of people you could even speak to. You were 'allowed' to work alongside those of the same sex within your age group. Eating was done within an old cafeteria building. Only the restriction of age group was applied here. Male and female ate alongside each other, but a major rule enforced across over the whole camp was no speaking except within your cabin.

	Everyone found a way around that. Someone, you don't know who, with the help of their cabin mates developed an unspoken language of foot tapping and knocking on hard objects. It took a long time to get everyone to the point of understanding, but the Oranges helped with that. By now everyone within the camp knows exactly what the colors mean. Some began embracing their categorization and trained every moment that had within their cabin. Some abhorred their abilities pretending nothing was different about them. It didn't really matter though because the hope of escaping was gone from a large majority of the children.

	Not all had given up hope, but it was hard not to. Other than the catastrophe from when you first arrived, their was one other attempt to escape. It was by one cabin that had an orange who seemed to have lost his mind. He had become good enough and his cabin mates had lost so much hope that he was able to easily take over their minds and attempt to brake out of the camp. It ended quickly. The moment the ten were spotted outside of their cabin the white noise was turned on, and they were captured

	The Lieutenant Colonel decided that from then on that every other week for 15 minuets the white noise would be turned on. It happened randomly but was excruciating. There was no getting use to that kind of pain. No one dared try anything again. Yet, recently a message has been going around that the time was coming. The time to escape. Everyone was informed to get ready for a signal. The origin of this message was unknown but some were able to link the message to the arrival of eight kids. Eventually you and all the other kids noticed that the white noise machines hadn't been turned on in a while. It had been about three weeks since the last time the noise had invaded your ears.

	[hr][hr][@alexfangtalon][color=cyan]Alex Hill[/color], [@BassDropp][color=9966cc]Jamie Wolfe[/color], [@PatrickDrummer][color=f7976a]Tre Armstrong[/color], & [@MechonRaptor][color=26619c]Leo Rooke[/color]

	The tension in your cabin has been interesting. All of you and the others in your cabin have been divided right down the middle. Half being compliant with the way things are and accepting your fates. The other half never giving up hope and desiring to leave no matter the cost. Last week the Reds and Oranges of your cabins were taken away. The night that happened was filled with silence. No one knew what to say about it. Even if it was a tiny bit you each hoped they were okay and that the rumors of them being killed off weren't true.

	None of you could even try to fall asleep due to the two greens in your cabin, Jackson and Harry, talking up a storm theorizing over the message being passed around the camp. They've done this many nights but tonight it seems even asking them to stop doesn't get them to shut their mouths. One of you is about to finally say something suddenly the ground shakes and you can hear an explosion. You each expect the white noise to come, but you don't hear anything.

	[hr][hr][@JackalopeLove][color=00aeef]Geneva Hodgins[/color], & [@alexfangtalon][color=yellow]Katie Pruett[/color]

	Your cabin has been fairly peaceful. Everyone has been fairly kind except for one girl who refuses to speak with anyone else. None of you even know her name. During the two years everyone has supported each other in their own way. A few months ago the Reds disappeared from your cabins. You haven't been able to figure out what happened and it concerns you each.

	Tonight the oldest girl in your cabin, Jasmine, who has been voted as the de facto leader of your small group got most of the cabin together to play a small game of truth or dare in an attempt to keep everyone's hopes up. The game is just about to begin when an explosion off in the distant grabs each of your attention. Some of you hunker down anxiously awaiting the white noise. You eventually realize it's not coming and one of the girls, Annabelle, begins walking to the door.

	[hr][hr]As each of you look out of your cabins you can see PSF's running about and some kids fighting them. Among the kids are even a few adults. What do you choose to do?