Food

It doesn't smell like food. It smells like that thing I found where I run around sometimes that maybe was food at one point but wasn't food any more. At least not good food. Maybe this is not good food? I'll just take a small bite and see if - ugh... this is not food.

Code

As hard as he tried, he simply could not find an answer this time. It had to be somwhere, hidden in the text, but this code was unlike anything he'd ever encountered before. There seemed to be no cipher whatsoever, no clue as to how he should interpret the apparently random sequences of letters and numbers.
     "Any of you fluent in Ugaric?" he asked.  "It was rhetorical," he muttered as one of the men started to answer.

Foggy

You couldn't even see your hand in front of your face, so thick was this fog. Now, fog was common enough in Cornerbrook, but it typically didn't seep out of the broken windows of an abandoned hospital. This was no ordinary fog, and already I could feel the difference on my skin. Then came the light - green and seemingly coming from everywhere all at once. Where all of this came from and what its purpose was, I still haven't the foggiest.

Hope

Georgie hesitated at the window, one hand holding the curtain. Taking a deep breath, she slowly pulled it open, daring to look outside for the first time in... well, she couldn't remember exactly how long it had been. What she had seen then had been enough to steal all her hope, and fear of reliving that memory had kept her from the window for a long time. Now, as her eyes adjusted to the unfamiliar brightness of the sun, she once again took in the world outside her shelter, and smiled.

Kathy

The heavy oak door finally opened, giving her a glimpse into the office beyond as HE stepped out. After dusting his hands off on his immaculate blue suit jacket, HE extended his right one out to her as HE approached the couch. She stood, taking the hand and smiling, trying to hide her annoyance at having been kept waiting - by herself - for two whole hours for what was supposed to be a brief visit.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Kathy," HE said in greeting.
Her left eye twitched ever-so-slightly as she dropped his hand and replied, "My name is Anne."