I never found out who knocked on the door. The man said nothing after he came back, but it spooked him. The man took off all of our smartwatches and threw them in a bag. I don’t know if someone found a way to reverse engineer the “find my phone” feature to a “find my watch” feature, but if so, that might mean people are looking for us. He couldn’t believe that he would get away with keeping us hidden forever. All of us had families in Eos, Utah, and I don’t think any separated themselves from their parents. No, there had to be someone looking for us.
The man fed us another slice of bread, and we didn’t fight it. None of us thought about it on the first slice of bread, but on this one, I wondered if he might poison it somehow to make us more compliant with his requests. I don’t even know how long we’ve been here. I guess that it’s the fifth or sixth day, and it worries me if it’s the latter. So far, the man hasn’t broken his word about killing one of us every other day. The sliver of light no longer exists. The man patched it up after the visitor yesterday. Now we sit in the darkness of the center. Niel told us that the windows looked like blackout curtains covered them. The man had done a lot to prepare in little time. I don’t even know how he is keeping anyone from coming into the Donation Center. Donors usually stand at the glass doors staring at us as they wait for us to open.
“Maybe we can get him to let us look at charts to try and find him,” Niel offered.
I honestly appreciate Niel’s attempts to put ideas out because the rest of us still couldn’t develop a better plan. I keep hearing April’s chains slink against each other, but she won’t tell us what she’s doing. The clack of shoes echoed behind me. I gulped.
“I see that as a reasonable request,” the man said.
I don’t even remember hearing the truck recently. Not to mention I don’t remember hearing it leave. The man must be sleeping here now, not wanting any unwanted visitors to find us. The man walked to the center of the circle, where two obvious gaps showed the missing coworkers. I guessed that the man put Emily in the freezer as well, though none of us could verify where he took her body. The man then walked over to Kelsey, who still looked delirious and didn’t speak much.
“My sweet Kelsey,” the man said. I shuddered at the admiration in his voice. “You will go look through the charts with me, and I will see if you can find out who I am. If you try to run, then I will kill you without hesitation.”
“I, uh.” Kelsey still couldn’t form full sentences.
I wanted to hate the man for chasing one of the least aware employees to find his chart. Yet, I didn’t blame him. It made sense to choose someone who might fail. I heard the clicks of the metal on metal as the handcuffs opened.
“You have ten minutes,” The man said, and then helped Kelsey stand up.
The man led her to the front and disappeared as far as I could hear. An increase in rattling noises from April’s bed drew my attention.
“What are you doing, April?” I hissed. “He’s going to come back.”
“I saw this in one of my crime shows once, trust me,” April said. “I’ll get help as soon—”
Then April screamed, and I heard the pop and crack of a bone. The metal of the cage around her bed shrieked against the waxed floor as it opened. April began to cry but rolled off the right side of her bed, and another snap of bone echoed through the donor floor. I watched her scream as she tried to run to the back door. The clack of the shoes came fast and sounded like a wild beast chasing its prey. April didn’t stand a chance in her weakened state. The man tackled her. I watched her head hit the weigher arm on the PQR3 machine before her body fell limp to the ground. The man rolled her over and then reeled away from April.
“No, it wasn’t your turn,” The man yelled. “You weren’t supposed to die yet!”
The man slammed his fist against the closest wall. He has an order he wants us to die, that’s why he took the higher-ups first. But the remainder was line staff. How did you choose the order of death when there was no clearly defined superiority? I could see the outline of the machine’s weigher arm as it stuck out of April’s head. The man left April on the ground and returned with an unconscious Kelsey and set her back in her chains. The man didn’t say another word before he left us alone on the floor. I want and desperately need another hint, but I don’t think I’ll get one today. One more coworker dead, and yet another unconscious.