[i]Yelling, so much yelling...Why is there so much yelling?[/I] James shot his eyes open and looked around, grasping around him, He felt disoriented, and a bit nauseous, otherwise he was okay. Slowly picking himself up to his feat he watched as the others in the room started to get up, ask questions, and give dramatic outbursts back in response. Was violence really necessary? 

"...Uhmm..." James would attempt to speak, but as he soon realized that there was a group of 15 strangers in a room with him, and that the windows seemed to have been shut by some makeshift barricades, he slowly found himself sinking to the ground, huddled with his knees at his chest, "...Oh God..." he managed to get a few words out, this was worse than a nightmare. "A...a-a-am I going to die?" He slowly rolled over till he was full out in the fetal position on the ground. His thumb soon found his lips as he bit it, the taste of dirt from under his nail bringing a slight comfort to the distraught boy. His head started to spin more than it had before. He just wanted to go to school, why was he trapped building? why was he with a group of strangers and no teachers? why was he just waking up? Did they drug him? OH GOD! What could they have done to him while he was out?! Panic stricken James started to whimper, it would be hard to make out what was leaving his lips with a thumb wedged between them, but it was something along the lines of wanting out, and wanting to be in a garden.