Her Beneath the Labels

Allen went out with those people in white coats the day before yesterday. He still hasn't come back.

Bryan went out with those people in white coats yesterday. He still hasn't come back.

Catherine just went out with those people in white coats today. She probably won't come back either.

Zoey sat in a corner with her knees hugged to her chest and her face buried. Only her light-brown eyes showed, quietly watching the people outside the railing hurry back and forth.

Curled up in another corner, Young clutched his teddy bear and looked up innocently at Xavier, who was squeezed in beside him. "When will they come back?"

Zoey glanced up at Xavier. He was comforting Young, telling him Allen would be back tomorrow.

They weren't coming back. She knew that.

One day, she probably wouldn't come back either.

"You are the most perfect one," that man said.

"Do your best to stay alive, little queen."

I will, she thought.

At the very last moment of her life, she still wanted to say one thing to him: "Thank you."

A survival game for trapped beasts. In the end, only one can win.

Theme: Fight to survive