That day had started out like any other torturous day. Stuck in the same routine with the same saddened faces. Not that Lucy minded, but their expressions were a crude reminder of her position every time she attempted to daydream back to the good old days when the most she had to worry about was finding a playdate for her free time on the weekends. But her life wasn't as simple anymore, not when she was a couple of weeks away from becoming a teenager and thus had a much better understanding of everything that had happened to all of them up to that point. 

Later in the evening, the oldest girl within their cabin, Jasmine, asked for anyone who was interested in playing a game of truth or dare to join her. The thought alone watered Lucy's eyes, nearly making her cry. Despite what they go through everyday, Jasmine  manages to push aside her feelings to make the rest of the girls feel just a tad better. Her selfless act left Lucy momentarily at a loss for words before she let them know she was joining them. 

Pushing herself up off of the creaking cot, Lucy walked over to the center of the cabin where she sat cross-legged waiting for the remainder of the girls who wanted to play. She was looking forward to the game when a loud explosion drew her back to reality. Her first thought was that they were all about to horribly die in an airstrike attack. The idea wasn't so farfetched given what they had endured up to that point, and the rest of humanity probably didn't want them anymore anyway.

But the airstrike didn't happen, nor did the crippling White Noise that one would usually expect on a regular basis. Silence followed instead, coupled with confused and scared faces from the girls in that cabin.

"What in the hell is going on?" Lucy got to her feet with a sense of urgency, rapidly walking over to the door just beside Annabelle. She walked past Harper and before sense common got a chance to direct her next move, Lucy opened the door just the slightest to take a peek outside. 

Not much appeared to be out of place except for the quick-paced footsteps outside and the loud, verbal commands. But that was something that they were more than used to at that point.

"I don't see anything," Lucy said in a low voice, opening the door all the way before she stepped out into the cool night. When the other reds and oranges had been killed, it hadn't been this dramatic. On top of that, she was sure as hell they were next, but the explosion wasn't anywhere near their cabin, so that only added to the confusion.

Lucy then slowly began to walk, almost like a zombie who was drawn to the chaos.