K I M B E R L E Y'S P O V
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I open my eyes to the same darkness that has dominated this place. This place grows colder as the time passes.
The silence in here makes things worse than it should be. This is an underground part of the camp, and no one here can hear anything that comes from upstairs.
I have no idea what time it is. I do not know if it is still night or morning. There is no telling with what time of the day it might be because of how thick the darkness is in this place. . .
Turning around, uncle Matt's face is the first thing I see. I light up my pupils to aid me see clearer and it helped. He seems to be awake, only resting at the moment.
"Kimberley," he says as he sits up. He seemed to have noticed that I was awake. I can h
