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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 in 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 they had within their cabin. Some abhorred their abilities pretending nothing was different about them. It didn't 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, there 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 very skilled with his ability and his cabin mates had lost so much hope that he was able to easily take over their minds and attempt to break 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 minutes the white noise would be turned on. It happened randomly but was excruciating. There was no getting used 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 being brought to the camp a few months ago. 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][@silvermist1116][color=lawngreen]Alki Alessi[/color], [@sly13][color=0054a6]Chris Daniels[/color], [@alexfangtalon][color=cyan]Alex Woulfe[/color], [@AelitaJezebelle][color=2c2cc3]Sam Maelynn[/color], [@AelitaJezebelle][color=2c2cc3]Sol Maelynn[/color]

	Over the past two years, you and your cabinmates came to know each other. Whether becoming close friends or gaining a strong dislike of each other all ten of the people who have called this cabin home for two years have grown close in some way. For the two years, a few of your numbers have never given up hope on escape. others were mildly compliant. Unlike most cabins, yours still contains all ten of its residents.

	Tonight felt a little lonelier than normal. One of your cabinmates had gotten himself in trouble and was in solitary confinement again, a Blue by the name of Eric. The remaining members of your cabin are the two Greens, Alki and Sam. The other Blue Raymond. The two yellows were Michael and Alex. Your two Oranges were Sol and Aaron, and the last two members are your two Reds Chris and Zack. As the small number of you tried to get some rest suddenly the ground began to shake and off in the distance you all hear an explosion.

	Some of you quickly duck under your beds in anticipation of the oncoming White Noise. Waiting for about a minute each of you realizes that it's not coming. 

	[hr][hr][@morbidity][color=DC143C]Min-a Suhmoon[/color], [@Skai][color=F5EB58]Alyssa Barker[/color], [@alexfangtalon][color=darkviolet]Mackie Pruett[/color], [@Always][color=plum]Harper Cartella[/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 else has been giving various levels of support to each other in the way they best know how to. When Reds were first being removed from Du Pont the two Reds from yours were among the first to be taken away. As Oranges started to be removed as well your cabin had the looming dread that your two Oranges would be next each time a removal occurred.

	Tonight, the oldest girl in your cabin, Jasmine, just barely beating out Min-a, 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 distance 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.

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	As each of you looks to the outside you can see PSF's running about and some kids fighting them. Among the kids are even a few adults. From the looks of it, the ones fighting the PSF's are wearing white armbands and are easily overrunning the men and women clad in black. What do you choose to do?