Claire
Claire opened her eyes to see nothing but a dull yellow, cement ceiling above her. Pain ripped through her chest as she inhaled, the room smelled heavily of dampness. Claire's head ached when she tried to sit up, it felt like she had been hit by a ton of bricks. Reaching up to rub her forehead she winced when her fingertips touched her hairline, pulling them away quickly to see them covered in blood. What the fuck?
The small window that was the only source of light, had barbed wire covering it. Reaching down she felt the side of a really hard mattress. There was no pillow underneath her head, and no blanket on the sad excuse for a bed.
By nightfall the darkness was drowning. She was surrounded by the cold, suffocating, and it was never ending. Claire was drowning in her own mind, her own fear. She wasn't sure if she was dead or not. Least she hadn't been bitten, right?
She was desperate. Desperate for a sign that her brother, or anyone was coming for her.