"Where did they come from?" They look dead. Are you sure they're sleeping?" "Shhh don't wake them!" The voices that were unfamiliar to me were kept at a whisper.

I feared of opening my eyes to see what I had gotten myself into this time. Where was I?

"Get them up." A male voice sounded from the direction of my feet.

"But they need to rest." A female voice chimed to the left of my head.

"Wake up!" The male voice said shaking my legs.

I groaned like I would if it was my mother who was waking me.

"Catherine?" I hard my best friend ask in a groggy voice.

I opened my eyes to see Esther laying next to me. I smiled at the familiar face. But to the rest of the crowd that was gathered around me I frowned, worried that we had gotten into some really deep shit this time.

"What are your names?" The male voice who had woken me asked.

The three other figures in the room stared at us, waiting for an answer.

"Catherine," I said sitting up slowly.

"Esther," my best friend announced attempting to sit up but failing and giving into the bed.

Both of our voices were shaky, unaware of who was staring at us.

The room we were in was similiar to my childhood bedroom. Straw floors, dirt walls, wodden roof, one bed if you can call it that, and a dresser with a lone candle sitting on top. One small window to the right of the room lit up what it could.

The man who had woken me had long black hair that reached below his shoulders. He had markings covering his arms. He wore leather pants, like everyone else, and he was shirtless.

"Where are we?" I asked.

The man hesitated before responding, "camp W."

Shit, this was the last camp on the map. All of the others had been destroyed by F.E.A.R.s demons for being defiant. Camps A-W were still intact and "thriving."

The man continued to speak, "I found you while hunting for whatever food this godforsaken land still has." He paused to mess with his hair, "you two looked dead, just laying there..." He trailed off when the woman to the left of my head came closer to me.

"Your friend had a pretty bad head injury. I gave you water and some food before you lost consiciousness again." She gently patted the brown cloth around Esther's forehead.

"Leave!" The man shouted shoeing everyone out of the room quite anxiously.

Once they had all left he closed the sad excuse for the door behind them then turned his look to me. I could hear Esther's breathing.

"Thanks for bringing..." He cut me off.

"Who are you really?! Have you come to check up on us?! Examine our camp? We don't need pretty looking demons to check up on us!" He shouted.

I was shocked by what he was screaming in my face. "What?! We're not demons! We are as afraid of F.E.A.R. as you are! We were running from our camp to find a place where we can be free from him!" I shouted back wondering how he thought we were those ugly ass demons.

"Oh..." He scratched the back of his neck. "Well in that case, welcome to our humble abode!" He shouted then hugged me tight as we were old friends.

I let out a small gasp as his arms grew tighter. He released his grip then took a step back. He held out his hand. I took it. "I'm Coma," he freed my hand and sat at the foot of the bed. "What camp did you come from?"

"Camp H," I responded.

"Long way from home huh?" He let out a small laugh. "Most of the camp is made up of runaways that want a safe place."

"And is it?!" I asked eagerly.

He narrowed his eyebrows, "a safe place?"

"Yeah, is this place safe?" I asked putting more information into my question.

"Oh! Yes! You both are very safe here!" I raised an eyebrow at the word very. "Well," he said standing, "I'll leave you two to get some sleep. You must be tired of all that running." He winked at the word "running."

As he left he shut the door and Esther and I were left to sleep soundlessly. For the first time in a long time we were safe. Or at least it felt like we were safe...

Notes

Hi guys!!! This is my first story. I don't really do fanfiction so tell me what you think=D