Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Bang!!! The sound of a punch echoed, and Zakir fell to his knees, clutching his stomach in pain. Two kids behind him let go of his arms. Meanwhile, a crowd surrounded them, and the tall, muscular boy in front of Zakir smiled—his name was Jake.

"What? Try repeating that. What did you say?" Jake sneered, clearly unconcerned about the crowd around him.

"do.. don’t... take... my... food" Zakir cried in pain as Jake gobbled up his food and took him by his neck

Another punch landed, followed by a loud thud.

"Zakir’s out cold!! Zakir's down!!"

"Call the medical team! Get help!" The cafeteria turned chaotic. Zakir closed his eyes as his conciousness fade away

The clinic door opened, and a few of Zakir's cellmates carried his unconscious body. Amber followed them in, as they brought him into his cellroom.

Zakir lay asleep, caught between dreams and reality, while Amber sat beside Zakir's bed along with four others, trapped in their own world. No one wanted spoke until finally, the room’s door creaked open, and Thomas entered, looking around.

"Hey, Tom? Is that you?" one of the boys, who looked to be about their age, asked.

"Yeah. I’ll catch up with you, Tony. Alex, Chulds, Jack, let’s go," Thomas said, standing up. Before leaving, he whispered to his three friends, a small smile on his face, then stepped out.

Amber watched them leave, but he couldn't help be suspicious of them. She followed them outside glancing around, searching for the five of them. Not finding them, she left the room and headed down the hall to look for them.

At first, Amber could suppress her worries about them, but then she heard some nurses talking

"Hey, I heard some guys came here? was it true?" a nurse asked his friend.

"That's right! They just entered Doctor Senior Dexter Sentillion's room!"

"How fortunate!" someone exclaimed. ""

"what do you mean lucky!? haven't you heard that if someone enters Dr. Sentillion's room, you they're there to talk about the sacrifice! we should avoid them to not get chosen"

"what?! a sacri-" the nurse shuts his friend's mouth before he can continue

"Shut your mouth! If a patient hears this news and it spreads, all the patients here might escape!" the nurse said half-whispering.

"Come on. No patients ever wakes up at this hour. Realisticaly what are the patients going to do?"

"well, Yeah. the Doctor also said he’s a shy patient. he shouldnt know many people"

Amber, though only 11 years old, understood what the term "sacrifice" meant. She thought of him

"Zakir!" she shouted in her heart.