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“Come on, Seth,” Adam’s voice was strained as he spoke into the phone, swallowing thickly. “I don’t know why every single person has decided to send me to voicemail, man, but you gotta pick up. You always pick up and I’m getting freaked out.” Ever since they’d woken up, Adam knew something was wrong. The six of them being the only people in town, no driver, no townies. Nothing. He’d tried called his mom - voicemail. His dad - voicemail. Every single one of his four siblings - voicemail. “I just want to know you’re okay,” He murmured quietly into the phone, a tear slipping down his cheek. Hearing someone behind him, he snapped the flip phone shut, turning around with an expression much like a deer caught in the headlights. “Uh, sorry,” He cleared his throat, wiping at his eyes. “Everything okay?”


















