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	Khall woke at the sound of movement, but did not open his eyes. He'd learned not to and it was instinct by now, for if he did open them he was usually met with blindness anyways and, depending on the light, pain. He sat up, putting his legs over the side of the couch he'd taken to, then cupping his hands around his face as he slowly opened his eyes one at a time. Luckily for him, the abandoned home was not very bright. It wasn't dark either- enough to see where you were going and what you were writing, mostly due to the light coming in through the blocked windows.

He looked around. It had seemed as if Jessica was the only one awake before him. He took out his Ipod. It almost sickened him to look at the device. [i]Those people[/i] had given it to him. But, when he used it and played quiet music through his earbuds, it softened the louder noises of the urban environment- and that was a lifesaver. He doubt he could go without it. They'd given him the charger too, which he took with him as they escaped the facility, but this home likely didn't have electricity. They had no money and were on their own for now. They couldn't go to their families, those homes were likely being watched. It'd been a spot of luck that they found this abandoned building to stay in, and even luckier they each had something to sleep on. He clicked the device on. It read 24%.

He tucked it back in his pocket and stood to stretch, feeling his muscles contort as he did so. His power had never required him much physical movement, so during training he didn't run much. He did exercises and other various small things, but he didn't run. Until after they escaped- and he hadn't run so hard in his entire life. Now his legs were complaining. He plopped himself back down on the couch, surveying his surroundings with a million thoughts racing through his head.

What are we going to do next? Where are we going to go? Who can we trust? Will we ever live normal lives again?

But he wouldn't let these thoughts show on his face.

Jess would see him sitting upright as she returned downstairs. And he didn't have to look to know she was indeed up there. Her footsteps and the knocking was more than enough confirmation. Hopefully she could answer some of his questions. It seems silly when you think about it; she was in the same exact predicament the rest of them were. However she did seem to take well to being a leader. He surely had no objections, as he wasn't going to do it himself.

He stared at the floor and listened as she woke the other escapees, then taking her place in the room as she waited to speak to them about something. Hopefully she could lessen his worries. Doubtful, but there was hope.