[center][h1][color=DodgerBlue]Ciel[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center] Location - Franklin, Heard County High School[/center][hr]

Ciel typically was not a heavy sleeper, to say the least. Usually he'd be all over the place, tossing and turning and waking up erratically only to fall back into his troubled slumber. But today the boy lay as still and silent as a corpse, his only movement being the slight rise and fall of his chest. If one wasn't closely watching the emaciated boy, it would be easy to believe he was dead. If it weren't for Sana, Lyon and everyone else, he most likely would have been by now. 

Ciel, like most children, was used to having vivid, easily memorable dreams. However, these past few days his dreams had been foggy and carried with them an uneasy feeling. It was as if his imagination had been replaced by gloomy shadows and echoing voices he couldn't recognize. Today was no different, naturally. He was deep in the process of starvation. It had taken only one week to fall this far, and it would take several more to climb back up. 

The eleven year old was woken up by a loud groan of pain. Ciel felt panic rise in his chest, his first instincts telling him that the groan came from walkers. There was no way he'd be able to even sit himself up, let alone fight off walkers. He didn't even know where his rifle had ended up. He could hear the others in the room still talking calmly, which didn't make sense if they were under attack by the undead. Even in his sickly, weakened state, he was able to take this bit of information and conclude that walkers were an unlikely source of the noise.

 Not caring to sleuth out anything more about the source of the groan, he let his eyes fall closed again, but for whatever reason he couldn't get himself to go back to sleep. This was strange. He was too tired to even lift his arm and yet he felt trapped in consciousness. He hissed in frustration, wishing he had the energy to get up or the calm to fall asleep. He was stuck, unable to move much at all without feeling nauseous and lightheaded. He didn't even think he could speak; his throat felt too dry and sore. He had nothing to do but wait.