TENSED UP

Erika tried to sit up properly on the bed and her eyes darted around the room until the realization hit her. She had been resting for too long, acting like a weakling and this wasn't her.

The images of Ethan's body that was covered by the white cloth repeated itself in her memory and whenever that happened, she would grow weak.

"Stop it, Erika! Stop crying like this," she told herself. "This is not the time for you to be crying like a weakling!" she repeated in her mind. She glanced at the top right of the wall and saw the red dot on the camera that was focused on her. It had been like that since the time she arrived, not moving. Since the room wasn't too small nor too big, its position was a perfect angle for all of her actions to be captured.

Erika wiped tears from her eyes as she glared at the camera.