"Alice." Janson called out, reading his clipboard with a half glance. If what Aris and Thomas thought was true then this was very very bad. I placed my hand on Chuck's, anchoring him down with me. "Barry." My heart pounded, uncomfortably swollen in my chest. "Walt." Please don't say his name. "Edgar." Please don't say my name. "Samantha." I took in the face of each of my friends. Please don't say their name's.

My gaze took a double take at Thomas's face. His eyes glinted, fixated on that damn door. The one that held Teresa behind it. His jaw was sharp and acute, locked up and guarded like the rest of his body.

"I wanna know what's through that door." He growled, his voice low and raspy. He'd been obsessed with this door, but maybe with good reason. I wanted Teresa back too.

"Aaron."

"No, we've been over this." Newt jumped in before I could. "You said they were covered up so you don't know what you saw."

He was always the voice of reason. Like a little cricket that sat on our shoulder's. Always playing devils advocate no matter how annoying it got.

"Dennis."

"It could've been anything." Newt did have a point. If whatever Thomas had seen been covered up, then how did he know it was human or even incapacitated?

"I know exactly what I saw." Thomas held firm on what he'd witnessed. "It was a body."

"Sally."

"Aris said they bring in a new batch every night." The brown haired boy muttered. If that was true then it did coincide with the fact that children supposedly also left the facility. It matched up, which only increased my uneasiness.

"Who the hell is Aris?" Minho spoke up, breaking his silence.

"That boy over there." I whispered, motioning towards him. Aris seemed completely content with sitting alone. He was currently examining his cornbread, a flat look on his face. "Have you really not seen him? He's been bunking with us the entire time."

"Henry. Tim."

"Well, I'm sold." Minho snarked, his sarcasm healing nicely. "Y/n, I only pay attention to reasonably attractive people, not weirdos like that."

"Don't be mean Minho." I scolded, leaning forward to see him between Winston and Victor.

"It's not mean if it's true. The kid's freaky." He hissed, nudging towards him.

"And last but not least, David. Thank you for your attention." Oh thank God. Janson hadn't called any of our names. A load lifted from my shoulders. "Enjoy the rest of your evening." I unfurled my squeeze from Chuck, freeing him from my death like grasp.

"Y/n." Thomas whisper shouted, capturing my attention.

"What?"

"It's go time."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It's operation get the ID card time." He explained, his fingers anxiously drumming on the table. "I heard all about Dave and what you used to do to him. Go do your thing."

"I'm not a superhero."

"No, but your hot and guys will do what you tell them to. So go use your feminine charms!" Thomas urged quietly.

"Tommy, it's not safe." Newt protested, hands rubbing around his face. A nervous habit of his. "Okay until we know anything for certain, we should just keep our heads down and try not to draw any attention to ourselves."

My gaze wandered over to Chuck. His eyes were so innocent, besides all the horrors he had seen. They were so uncertain, fear poking through. I had to protect him. I promised that I would protect him.

"Fuck this. I'll do it." Ruffling his hair, I gave him a small kiss on his forehead before untangling myself from my seat. "I'll be right back before you know it."

"Y/n!" Chuck fussed, but I slipped out of his grasp.

Swishing my way over to the guard, I cursed myself seeing that it was the same weirdo guard from last night. I didn't know if that would make things easier or a mountain more difficult.

I followed the trail of kids called until I was stopped abruptly by the man.

"Hey there." He smiled at me toothily, like a predator playing around with it's prey. "I think you're confused sweetheart, you're name wasn't called." This was completely disgusting. The urge to off myself seemed more ideal with each word he uttered.

Just do it y/n. Think of Chuck. Think of Teresa. Think of your friends. I forced a coy smile on my face.

"I didn't want to leave. I came to see you." Bubbled from my lips. Straightening my back, I saw his eyebrow raise when he glanced towards my chest. Kill me now.

"You did?"

"What's your name? Or should I call you sir?" My hand fell on his arm, fingers tracing the lack of muscle. He chuckled, flattered by my advance, maybe even a little excited too.

"You can call me whatever you want."

"Sir it is." I kept the slow pace of my hand stroking his arm, well more like his ego. "Can I see your badge sir?" My hand creeped over to the ID card.

"Woah there." He halted me, snatching my wrist. "I'm not supposed to let anyone have it. Especially little minxes like yourself." I felt the urge to wretch and vomit on the man.

"You let me have it and maybe we can have some fun."

"Really? Like right now?" His eyes darkened at the thought. I tore my wrist away from him.

"No you fucking Pervert." I spat, recoiling from him. "Now give me the fucking badge before I tell everyone how you like teenage girls."

"What the fuck?!" He stumbled toward the door, my presence striking terror in him. A devilish smirk played on my lips.

"Badge please, now." I ordered, my palm opened for it. "Come on Fuck Twat, don't be fucking stupid."

"Alright just take it." He jammed it into my hand. "Now get the fuck out of here." My eyes sparkled at the card.

"Thank you very much." I said sweetly, flipping him off. "I hope you die a slow and painful death."

"Whatever Tease." He jeered, retaking his post as I sauntered back to my awe filled table. Slapping the card down on the table, I twirled over to my seat.

"So, you think I still got it?" I giggled, digging into the dessert on my plate.