Alana's POV

Hunger woke me up around 2am.

I barely ate before going to bed and now my stomach churned and knotted.

I knew I had to get up and look for something, anything at all to eat. I know I was supposed to be comfortable here but I was scared of touching anything, so I contemplated hard before I rolled out of bed.

Amanda was still fast asleep, so I tried not to wake her as I crept out of the room with my phone in my hand in case I needed light. The corridors were unnecessarily long and ...