Alki laid in bed, eyes closed, wanting to sleep, but insomnia kept him from resting. Earlier in the day one of his cabin members, Eric, was taken away again. After the first time it happened, Alki kept his distance. Eric was a troublemaker, kept wanting his freedom, he's lucky he hasn't ended up dead. Alki can't deal with people like that. The ones that trigger his power in close proximity. He's learned to stay away from those types, lest he want the migraine from hell and visions of death. Everyone else was in a somber mood, he didn't really care. Eric deserved what he had coming to him. Doesn't pay to start trouble. 

His foot tapped against the metal bar at the foot of his bed, he couldn't do that when he first arrived. He was a two more inches away from his feet hanging over the end. Guess they didn't account for growth spurts as far as beds were concerned. 

BOOM!

The ground tremored, probabilities of what it could be flitted through his mind. The death and carnage he saw shook him more than anything he's seen so far in captivity. He hit the floor hard. The boy in the bed next to him grabbed his shirt and pulled him underneath with him. His cabin mates knew he couldn't do for much when he had one of his fits. The visions vanished, the same times the tremors stopped. He crawled out from his place and looked outside. It was carnage outside. Adults with white armbands and kids fought the PSF. They weren't winning. Alki sunk to his knees and curled up against the wall. There was little chance of any of them making it out of this alive. The 10% of survival didn't come unscathed. Any number of injuries could happen that could slow them down and get them captured. There aren't medical services if they do manage to escape, so any injuries could get infected. He's terrified. They had a better chance surviving if they stayed put and didn't get in trouble with PSF than if they made a run for it. Alki's content to wait this out.