A/N: Hey there! I wanted to thank you guys for your feedback and advice...Keep 'em coming! Here's the next chapter for you...

-VanaBana

For a moment I stood there, watching him go. I then turned around and entered the small building through the back door. After closing the door as quietly as I could, I looked around the room I was in, not believing what I saw...

I looked around the inside of the small dark building with disgust, making out rows upon rows of two types of barracks, brick and wooden, which housed other prisoners.

The floor was made of marshy ground, and the room smelled of stale straw, which wasn't plentiful either. The place crawled with rodents and other vermin, along with something foul that I couldn't name.

I approached the barracks, and as I walked by some of them, I realized what the other smell was. I covered my nose as I walked passed hundreds of bodies with piles of putrid bile, blood, and feces everywhere.

I stopped for a moment, leaning against one of the "beds" to gather my strength to go on, and ended up spilling the contents of my empty stomach all over the floor. When I had stopped, I wiped the tears that had fallen. I looked around me and wondered, how can man kind do this to themselves?

I saw one cot that was slightly less crowded than the others (which isn't saying much) and layed down in it. I could barely breathe, and it took every ounce of will power that I had not to throw up on anyone.

Ten minutes passed, and I just layed there, thinking when I would see the beautiful stranger who helped me again. I was sad...I owed this man my life, and I didn't even know his name. Deep in thought, I barely heard the whisper that came to me across the cot.

"Psssst!''

I looked around in the darkness to look for a raised head, or anyone that indicated that they were the one speaking to me, and found only the shadows. Then I heard it again.

"Psst! Don't look up," they whispered. "Your new, nicht wahr?"

"Yea, unfortunately."

I again was met with silence, but only for a moment.

"My name is Alice...Alice Brandon."

"Isabella Swan. But you may call me Bella, Alice."

I began to think of the many people that filled the tiny room, and felt pity and afraid for all of us.

"If you don't mind me asking, how long have you all been here?" I curiously asked.

"People come and go everyday, some dying from exhaustion, some from being killed by guns or whips. More people come and die than stay and live. Some don't even get to live past the chambers." As I wondered what the chambers were, Alice shifted, and from the sound, I looked to my right, seeing someone lift up, and crawl over everyone else, and lay next to me.

"Where are you from?" she asked.

"Ahrensburg," I said, "And you?"

"I don't remember." After she said this, an uncomfortable silence filled the air. I wanted to ask her how she didn't remember anything, but thought it rude to ask.

She spoke up, "I'm sorry, sometimes I get all depressive. I know this is hell, and that you must have been through a lot, from what I hear of everyone else's travels. I know that it seems too sudden, but I have a feeling we're going to become great friends."

Even though she is very close to me, I accually didn't mind. I am usually not this open to strangers, but something about Alice sort of reminded me of Lizzy. Alice was small, and from what I could tell, her hair was short and dark, just like my sisters. As I thought about Lizzy, I felt a wave of panic, not knowing where she and Mama were. But, as much of a stranger this girl was, I felt comforted by her kindness.

As we lay there, comforted by each other, I felt something wet on my arm. I looked down, and see that Alice had her face in the crook of my arm, her body shaking with barely controlled sobs. As if just realizing this, she pulled back a little, wiping her face.

"I-I'm s-so sorry...I just n-need a friend after so l-long..."

Seeing that Alice was on the verge of a mental breakdown, I pulled her in for a hug, knowing that right now we both needed it. I started to cry too, for my Papa, for Lizzy, for Mama, Alice and even myself. Even though I had just met her, I felt a sudden fear that Alice would disappear, and that I wouldn't have anyone to get through this with.

For a while, we just sat there, holding onto each other for support, crying until we couldn't anymore.

A/N: Hey, sorry it's really short and kinda crappy...Just now realizing the time, I wrote way past the time I should be awake, and in a panic, I rushed to get it done before I got into trouble...sorry! I promise though, next chapter will be longer and more thought out...Thanks!

-VanaBana