"One down, who the heck knows how many more," I grumble to myself. I massage my wrists as I stand next to te body.
"It's the only thing he's got, I guess." I reach down and forcibly pry the hunting knife from his lifeless fingers. Even with something this simple, I must be careful. Leaving finger prints is a life hazard.
So, now I have the knife. It's terribly crafted, the blade is dull, and the handle is falling apart.
"Well, it'll have to do for now."
I stand all the way back up. My back is sore from untold hours of immobility, and I have no idea what lies and waits for me in the halls of this place.
"There's no time like the present," I whisper quietly. I steel my mind against any fears and open the door. Not a sound is to be heard but my own breathing. The door doesn't even squeak as it's pulled. I listen carefully, verycarefully. Nothing. All is still.
I step one toe over the threshold. An invisible alarm is triggered. Sirens sound, bells blare, automatic doors open and close, and the lights flicker. Then everything stops. The lives of all the lights are ended. Blackness, yet again, surrounds me.
Time goes by and nothing happens. I can't even tell if my are open or not. Then a muffled click informs me that the microphone has been turned on. I await some sort of lecture. A lecture is absolutely what I get.
"Tsk tsk. Trying to play the game when you don't even know the rules. Eager and crafty. We are bserving you as I speak. The rules are simple: you must fight and you cannot leave. As you may have noticed, there is no food there. You have to find it. All water sources have been made...how should I put this...lethal."
I inwardly groan. It's an ameture. Hiding the food? How long does it expect me to be here?
As if it read my mind, "Until you kill us all."