Season 2: Baby don't Die

The next day, I awoke in Madame Kim's makeshift home, exhaustion weighing heavily on my limbs. The previous day's events felt like a dream, yet the lingering fatigue in my body confirmed their reality. As I stretched and looked around, I saw others moving about, each lost in their routines. It was strange to think about how long some had been stranded here, adapting to this harsh, unforgiving environment.

I glanced down at my clothes: black jeans, a bra, and a tank top. The shirt I wore was torn and dingy, but strangely enough, the pants were new. I recognized them from one of the suitcases we'd had on the plane. Good to know some things didn't go to waste from the horrible crash, I thought, a small comfort amid so much chaos.