Megan

It was Megan that died first.

We’d lost track of time so I don’t know when it was but she was the first to leave.

He stopped tying us up after then so we huddled together as much as we could. For warmth. Companionship. We’d never been friends before. Obviously we knew each other from school. But were in different years so we’d never spoken; as we talked though we realised just how similar we all were.

The others didn’t like to talk about home. Said thinking about their parent’s grief somehow made the situation worse.

We started planned things.