"Oh my god OH My God OH MY GOD!"

Kenan, Holly, Juniper, and I are staring at the ceiling at 7 in the morning. Someone downstairs has been freaking out for about an hour now. No one is really sure why.

"What am I gonna do? I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO!"

As he rants, the four of us tiredly sigh.

"Kenan?" I ask, my dry throat making my voice sound louder than expected.

"Yeah Clara?" He mumbles under his jacket.

"I'll be back in a few minutes." The words echo through the room while I try to stand up.

"mmk" The others reply in sync. But no one looks like they would intervene anyway.

I step out of the room and into the hall, making my way to the doors and descending downstairs. The sound of the panic seems closer. I try to follow it, but I don't know where it could be.

"Wait Clara don't leave!"

I turn around to see Aniston, sitting on one of the courtyard benches while holding his head in his hands. Beside him are a set of keys, similar to the ones I used in the office a few days ago.

"What is this?" I say, making my way to the table. "All of this is keeping everyone awake!"

He looks up to see me once I sit across from him. The look of desperation is seeming in his eyes. "You don't understand, there is something terribly wrong."

"Tell me." I firmly murmur.

His features seem to droop. It looks as if he had failed a challenging task, as if he had given up. There is so much anxiety and fear and helplessness in his eyes, and I so stubbornly want to know why.

"The food supply...we're running out."

"What do you mean we are running out?!"

"I thought what we had in the cafeteria would last for at least two months...but a ton of food started spoiling at once. The preservatives in a lot of the items didn't maintain like I had expected."

I break my glance from Aniston and study the pattern of the table. The small designs and etches into the board are faded from when they were painted all those years ago. It can't be. How does our food besides the fruit even expire? There's no way, this is all a mistake. It's not a mistake, we're all going to die. No! They won't let us starve right? No, they want us to go home. They want us to stay healthy for the study. All of these feelings...I don't want to think this way.

"How long will it be before we run out?" I whisper.

Aniston sets his hand on the table and lets out a shaky sigh. "About five days..."

I return my glare to his eyes. I try to keep myself from melting like he did, even if that means I need to seem serious. You shouldn't try to scare him...look sympathetic.

I try to loosen my stern focus on him, and I see his muscles loosen up a little. "It's not enough."

He cocks his head to the side. "How so?"

"Humans can live for about seven days without food. Even when we run out and attempt that, we still won't make it in time for the study to end."

His eyes wander to the sky, implicating he is doing the math in his head. "Do you think they would just cut the study short?"

"I doubt it, running out of food might be a key to the study. Maybe this is what they are waiting for."

Aniston stands up and looks to the side. "Well, I hope they get good results."

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Sorry about this ending so abruptly! I didn't want to go too long without updating, so yeah :p. I hope you like it!