A normal life. Such a simple idea, but it's almost impossible for me to picture.

Nine, now eight. Are the rest of you out there?

I drop the other Chest to the ground in shock. "What number are you? I'm Four." He squints at me and then offers his hand. "I'm Nine. Good job staying alive, Number Four.

All I can think about is what she must be doing, and how I wish she were still here.

I guess I had this silly notion that things would be different now, since I was different.

If he had one true love, then he wanted you to have one, too.

I'm going to kill them all