It was around two o’ clock in the morning. The dark, dusty library was littered with towering stacks of books. It was silent almost the whole night, other than the metallic creaking of the walls, until one of the five little girls sleeping in the shelves started to stir.
Catherine opened her eyes, of which were shut together by half-dried tears. She had been dreaming of when she had still been with her family before she had been captured and taken to The Maw, or so she thought. She would never know for sure, it had been so long, and she was still so young. Catherine regained her steadiness and hopped down to the shelf below her.
“Maree, wake up.” Catherine whimpered, wiped a tear, and gently shoved one of the girls who was spread out on a bunch of giant sacks of flour and was drooling in her sleep with her short, dirty blonde hair covering most of her face.