Summer. June 12, 2015.

Here I was, passing around my room, checking to make sure I had everything I might need in a case of emergency. "Flash light? Check. Batteries? Check. Money? Check. Phone, Phone char..." I turned around panicked to see Adams face, close enough to the window, to see him in pitch black, knocking with one hand, and giving a, come on, signal with the other. I shoved all my stuff I had layed out on the bed into my nike bag and opend the window.