She stayed as she was told but pressed her ear against the door. â€œWhy is he helping me? Isn't he with them?â€ When she heard footsteps returning she pushed away and stood in fear. As the boy entered and told her they had 24 hours the looked confused. â€œWhat are you talking about?â€ she dragged behind him and looked around. The walls were so cold and then she remembered the other people. â€œWait what about the others!?!â€ she tried to pull away to go help the people in the room she was taken from. She freed her arm and looked at the boy who saved her. â€œWe have to help them. They did nothing wrong and I fear they will get hurt if they are not saved. Please!â€ she fell to her knees and started to cry. She was not sure why she wanted to help these people. She normally wanted nothing to do with society but the thought of that large group getting tortured or worse killed and her not doing anything to help hurt her just thinking about it.<br/>She looked up at him as the tears kept coming down. â€œPlease...â€ She reached out to him and tried to stand up but she could feel her legs locking in place. â€œPlease... help me up?â€