I could feel the worry grow in my stomach. If I don't get picked tomorrow, I defiantly won't be able to survive that... That... That... Hellhole, for the lack of a better word. However, having to live without my friends would be worse, and I know I wouldn't be able to live without them. They are the anchor in this pitiful world that I call home. Or, I would, if I didn't hate this place with every fiber of my being.

"And tomorrow, we will bring you more information on The Fall, and who is safe. Thank you, and enjoy your night." The news woman salutes, and the news flashes off. With her saying that, my stomach twists, and I suddenly want to throw up. I can hear my friends busy themselves, trying to shake off the heavy weight on our shoulders. However as much as we try, no one can ignore what tomorrow is.

I hear someone shift on the seat next to me, and when I glance over, I see Aleks. The Russian is visibly shaking, and his breath is heavy. And I thought I was in the worst condition. He glances around, his eyes shifting from place to place quickly. Eddie comes up and pats his shoulder, which seem to calm him down, after he sees who it is of course.

"Keep him calm." Jordan whispers in my ear before rushing off again. I scoot closer to his, just a bit, and he stares over at me, his eyes crazy. He pulls his blanket closer to him, but seems to calm down a little. After a while of muttering to himself, he pulls out a blanket from underneath him, offering it to me. I smile at him as I take it from his arms, pulling the thin sheet over my broad shoulders. I see his mouth twitch upwards for a moment, but he can't seem to avoid the elephant in the room.

We sit in silence, just listening to the TV. The daytime turns to night, and the others join us in our silence. It seems peaceful, even if this might be our last day together. Aleks had fallen asleep on Eddie's shoulder, a little drool falling past his lips. The carefree man just smiles, and soon falls asleep on top of his friends head in an adorable bundle. Jordan and Monica were snuggling, just as James and Seamus. Steven was lying on the floor in a pool of his own saliva, even with the TV on a loud volume. I hold down a laugh, not wanting to ruin the familiarity of our group. I pull the blanket over my shoulders, turn off the blaring TV, and fall asleep quickly in the now silent room.

This is the story of me, Daniel Gidlow, and my terrible life in The Abyss.

So, this is a test to see how people like it! Basically, I've been calling it a Hunger Deans fanfic, but I'm not entirely sure... Let's just go with Hunger Deans, Maze Runner, and whatever else you wanna believe. This is also starring the Creatures, but if you don't know them, then it's fine. The story won't have too many references that you would have to watch them to get that part of the story... Anyways, feedback, whatever, I'll post the second chapter if this is well recieved.