It was dark where Jett was. It was always dark, he was safer where he could hide. High dark spaces were the safest away from people. He never went outside. On occasion a guard would try to make him, a few even succeeded before he made his way back inside. Most guards didn't know he existed and that's how he liked it.<br/><br/>From his perch he could view the few people remaining in the compound. Most were deemed non-threats but he kept his eyes on some. Not that most of them could get to him up where he hid.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The only time Asta didn't feel cramped was in the yard. It was small but the fresh air and view beyond the fence made it feel enormous. She loved nature for as long as she could remember, the wind against her cheek, the occasional leaf that blew in. And the birds. She could hear them chirping in the woods just beyond the yard. If she ever escaped she would live in the woods. Away from people and surrounded by the one thing she loved. Where she could hear birds and see deer and never worry about being locked up again.<br/><br/>She turned from the fence she was staring out of and looked to her fellow captives. Rejects, monsters, most of them anyway. She was. Some weren't though. Asta might seem to be unable to love but there were others who deserved freedom. The girl who spoke in tounges, Sammie, she was one of the good ones. She should be freed.