Abigail has been sitting there wondering how she would save everyone from yet another situation. What is she gonna do, she's going to have to talk to everyone, convince them to leave when she knows for a fact that no one actually cares about leaving their dead bodies to rot in this hell house. She's so over everyones fake attitude. She knows that everyone is just acting, no one is actually that upset about anything that has happened, but they are too scared to speak up in fear of rejection. She sees them as weak minded and one sided, she cant look at them without scoffing at how thin they were being. She thought she could see through them like glass, she thought she could see straight through their paper facade.

She is, however, not right in the slightest. In fact, she is the only one out of everyone there that is guilty of her accusations. Her own incredible sourness has found a way to seem as though it resides in that of her friends, and not her own corrupted mind. She has an evil inside of her, something she needs to feed, something she needs to let out of its cage. She feels like she's been over come with the undeniable presence of darkness, and she feels like Its being fuelled by everyone she's surrounded by. She wants to get out, and she doesn't care who she has to sacrifice or hurt in order to get there.

She has a plan, a horrible, thought out and evil plan. It surprises even herself at how she could have come up with it so suddenly. She feels like it was planted in her mind, like the plan chose her, and she I merely the pawn that must carry out its actions.