Arena, Night Two.

Kal Arker, 18 years, District Six Male

It takes those three assholes, although technically I guess they're my three assholes, the entire day to get the damn safe open.

Between Seren and Meritt, it looks more like a metal pancake than a safe. Duke gave up after about an hour, spending triple the amount of time looking around the lounge for anything resembling a code to open it. We didn't get lucky.

Meritt finally cracks the hatchet into the side of it, splitting the entirety of it open instead of just opening it the normal way. Works for me. When I finally am able to reach inside and actually grab a card, thank god, it feels like victory. If I just made them waste the whole day opening a safe, they'd probably kill me.

Now I'm standing in front of the door, just holding the key-card. Seren hits me.

"If you don't open it soon I'm going to die of old age."

"There better be something good in there," Duke mutters. "Like five million dollars."

"Or. Or, it could be Meritt's boyfriend," Seren says instead. Meritt stares at her.

"Okay, seriously, if you don't fess up I'm just going to keep doing it."

Meritt shakes his head, but you can tell he wants to roll his eyes. Maybe even smile.

I jam the key-card in the slot while they're not looking. The little light above it flicks from red to green. Hesitantly, I try the door handle, almost breathing in a sigh of relief when it moves under my hand. It'd be even worse if, after all of this, it didn't even open.

I don't know which one of them even nudges me, but I fully open the door anyway. There's two little stairs, an even smaller section of hall, and then it opens up. I step into the middle of it.

It's like some sort of massive control panel, stretched out along the front wall. It's all screens and buttons and things I don't even have a name for. There's windows all above the panels, showing us the entire front end of the ship and whatever is beyond. It's too dark to see much of anything. I'm no Four kid, but this has to be where they navigated from. The bridge.

There's not much else here besides some sort of massive chair in the middle, clearly where the captain would sit, except—

"Is that a fucking body?" I splutter. "Nah, I'm leaving. Bye."

Seren grabs my arm as soon as I turn around. Duke and Meritt are still standing in the doorway anyway, so I don't know where I even thought I was going.

Meritt finally creeps closer to the chair, holding onto his hatchet. I can't say I blame him. It's gotta be a body - either that, or an extremely strategically placed pile of bones. He pokes at it with the handle. It doesn't move, except from where it shifts once the hatchet touches it.

I'm dragged towards it once Seren moves, because she's still holding onto me with no intent of letting go. Closer, though, it really is just a skeleton, dressed in a blood-splattered white coat. I look at Duke.

"You're matching. That's cute."

He glares at me. It's the farthest thing from funny, I know, but right now I really don't know what else to say, when it's not hard to figured out what happened.

There's a gun, old and faded, clutched between it's skeletal fingers and a matching hole dead center in it's skull.

"That's ... something, alright," Seren comments, but even she looks a little unsettled. She pries the gun out and shoves it at me.

"Congrats. That's your prize."

I really, really don't want it. I mean, it could be useful, if there's even more bullets, but my confidence level hasn't exactly been the most stellar as of late.

I'm two seconds away from handing it to someone else to check when there's an unearthly shrieking from the hall.

Duke snaps his mouth shut, whatever he was about to say clearly forgotten about. Seren gently lets go of my arm, reaching over her shoulder to grab one of her swords. I swallow. She looks at me with raised eyebrows, a very clear stay here. I don't know if it's directed to me or all of us.

Seren moves very slowly towards the door. It's funny, how she's the one going without any hesitation. One of us should at least be going with her. None of us look like we want to. Meritt finally moves after her, darting to her side just before she gets to the doorway.

Both of them go perfectly still once they get there. Neither of them even turn to look at me or Duke. That's when I realize we may have a situation on our hands. A bad one. Judging by the looks on both of their faces, it's really bad.

Meritt has one hand behind his back. He points to us, and then points somewhere else. Away from the door. Duke gets it way before I do, ducking under one of the control panels and flattening himself as far as he can to the wall underneath. I'm not gonna be stupid and stay out here by myself. I duck down next to him.

I don't know what the fuck could be out there.

They must have something figured out, because Meritt dives towards us out of nowhere. The shrieking from before turns into an all out scream the second he moves. Seren's still standing motionless in front of the door, only her eyes are a lot wider than they were before. I know better than to ask Meritt what the hell it is. His position, crouched at my side, says it all.

Seren sprints towards us, half sliding under the control panel at us. I'm pretty sure all of us reach forward to yank her under at once. We all end up in what is basically a pile of limbs, trying not to move. Seren's sword is not-so conveniently pressed between my chest and her arm, but I don't even really get to consider getting accidentally sliced because the thing walks through the door.

Stalks is more accurate. It's gotta be at least seven, maybe eight feet tall. It looks like it could have been human at one point, except now it's nothing but rake thin, too long limbs and milky white, bump skin stretched over bone. It's rib-cage is sticking out so far it's a miracle it can even walk. The worst part, though, is probably it's face. There's not a hair on the thing's head, it's very obviously blind eyes are practically bulging out of it's head, and it's teeth are as long as my fingers.

If I had the option to throw up right now, I probably would.

The blind thing might be better than we thought though. As long as we don't move, we might be okay. I really don't want to test our luck with killing it. Somehow I don't imagine it ending well.

The thing continues crossing across the room, stopping occasionally like it's trying to sniff us out. Another one scuttles through the door after it, slightly smaller, and then it quite literally crawls up the wall and onto the ceiling.

I'm definitely throwing up when this is over.

The bigger of the two leaves the room, screeching, when it finally gives up. The one on the ceiling crawls around for a few minutes, hovering dangerously above us, and then follows it out.

None of us move. I can't help but notice the gouges the thing's claws left in the ceiling.

"Guess we know why the Captain shot himself," Meritt whispers, so quietly I barely hear him.

Figures the only thing he's said since we got in here and it's the one thing that makes the most sense.

Kian Harvey, 15 years, District Five Male

I know it was my fault.

Kole's tried to convince me that it wasn't. But the thing is, if they had left me behind for good, forgotten about me, I'd be the one that died and Mireya would have survived. There's no doubt about it.

So it is my fault. I don't care what anyone says.

The worst part is I walked into this not minding if I died. It's still better than going back to Five, living the life I was. And Mireya had every right to live, every right to win, according to Larz. She had things to go back to, things that might not last now that she's dead. Yet here I am, not even really wanting to live, but here because apparently, someone wanted me to.

It makes me feel even more guilty, thinking that way. Giving up, sitting here and letting whatever happens happens, that's not the way to go about it.

Which means I need to fight for it.

It would be a lot easier if I could move. Apparently all the moving and running around during the day didn't do much good for my ribs, if any. They look even worse than they did before, closer to full on black and blue than my normal skin colour. It's nice, though, to finally be sitting alone, even if I am being left alone with my thoughts for too long. I'm sitting on the loft floor of a suite, listening to Kole and Larz rummage around for food. They've collected almost an entire bag of it so far, probably enough to sustain us for a while. I was sitting on the bed, or on the couch, supervising as Kole called it, until I discovered that actually getting up from either of those spots was near impossible without hurting myself even more.

Sitting on the floor isn't that great either, but I have a banister to lean against and Larz can get me up without almost killing me, so that's a plus. I can also keep an eye on the door.

There's a shattering noise from the kitchen, like someone dropped something made of glass.

I swivel around, trying to catch a glance of the kitchen from my spot. The only thing I get to see, however, is Larz launching himself half over the bed before he almost takes my head clean off, basically tackling me to the ground. I don't have the chance to be confused, because I'm in so much agony I can barely breathe, let alone think. Larz shoves me somewhere, under the bed I think, but I can still barely see through the tears in my eyes.

It's probably a good thing I can't talk at the moment. He did shove me under the bed and then followed, yanking Kole down after us. I didn't even see Kole, let alone have time to prepare myself to get thrown around again.

It's also a good thing I can't get my breath back, because a second later a foot stomps down just a few inches away from the bed. Or at least it looks like a foot. It's about twice the times of a normal human foot, complete with actual talons.

I squeeze my eyes shut and lay my head against the floor. If I can't talk, I don't want to see either. Whatever's out there isn't worth seeing. It's just going to keep me awake, combined with the pain that's already there.

I don't know how long it's been, but the thing's definitely not leaving. You can hear it moving through the kitchen, almost soundless. Kole, pressed tight between him and Larz, is trying not to shake. She watches every moment of the thing, though, despite the fear.

Larz doesn't look like he'd try to fight it, at least not being able to see the rest of it, but he's the only one with an available weapon.

I really hope he doesn't try to fight it.

Guess we're not sleeping anytime soon.

Alana Bedford, 17 years, District Six Female

"You are not fighting that thing," Elias hisses.

Ugh.

"Why not?" I whisper back. Whatever the hell thing is walking around in the library is going to come over here eventually and then we'll be fucked.

"Would you rather it come over here and eat you?" I point out. Elias glares at me. Larkin's across the room, flattened between the wall and an arm-chair. Whoever's bright idea it was to hide in the damn library should be the one that gets eaten, though, and I don't even remember who it was.

My shoulder's all wrapped up, fine and dandy, minus the constant agony, but I wouldn't be surprised if the mutt wandering around out there could smell it. It sure has hell can't see us. We'd all be dead by now if it could.

Elias stretches up, looking over my head at the thing across the room. It's getting closer to Larkin, someone he's more inclined to save than me, yet he doesn't look like he's planning on moving any time soon. Larkin won't even look at the pair of us, hidden behind a bookcase. Doesn't want to move, probably. Smart girl. Won't count for anything if she gets eaten, though, and sue me for not wanting to watch that happen any time soon.

And people say I don't have a conscience.

I lunge away from Elias, rolling myself behind the nearest bookcase. There's no hideous screeching, so I assume I'm safe. Elias continues glaring at me from our previous spot, looking very much like he's going to use me as bait if he gets the opportunity.

Creeping forward until I'm closer to Larkin and the thing, I heft one of the tomahawks off my back and into my hand. I wait until it's turned around to raise it fully.

I stand up, wielding the tomahawk back, and launch it directly into the thing's back.

It sticks solidly, somewhere between it's spine and it's ribs. Only issue is it doesn't crumple, or waver like I expect it to. There's a long moment of eerie silence, and then the thing turns around, looks directly at me, and screeches like it's extraordinarily pissed off.

Probably because it is.

Oops.

It dives towards me, digging it's claws into the floor directly where I used to be a second ago. I scramble back towards Elias, apparently agreeing with him since the first time since I met him that I probably shouldn't have tried to fight it. It's still screaming like a demon, desperately trying to seek us out in the dark. Elias is already across the room and to the doors now that the paths clear. At least it coming after me did some good.

Much to my shock, Elias doesn't slam the doors shut and leave me in here as soon as Larkin gets out. He actually waits. Only issue is I've still got this thing on my tail and no time to get out the doors before it follows.

I grab the other tomahawk off my back and spin around at the last second. I could feel the thing's arm whistling through the air, almost to my back, and sure enough the tomahawk's blade digs right into the thing's wrist, severing through it with complete ease.

For a moment, it stops, looking down in almost a sense of confusion at it's hand, lying discarded on the floor, black blood pouring out of the stump where it used to be. I take off.

It realizes a second later that I'm running, but by then I'm grabbing the edge of the door and flinging myself out into the hallway.

I roll over on the ground just in time to see Elias slam the massive, wooden doors shut. The thing crashes into the other side, screeching manically and throwing itself against the barrier. Elias strains to hold it shut, but Larkin practically rips the massive claymore out of his belt and shoves it through the door handles. The metal creaks under the strain, but it's enough time to get away, if it holds for a minute or two.

I was always looking at Elias out of the corner of my eye, loaded with weapons as he was, but now I'm slightly grateful for them.

"Next time," Elias practically spits. "Please don't fight it."

"Don't know what you're complaining about," I manage, struggling up off the floor. My shoulder's burning. "It's still in there, isn't it?"

There's another loud thump from inside the library. Larkin flinches, stepping back a pace from the doors. Even Elias looks wary, but he stands his ground. Not surprising. His ego probably wouldn't let him move even if it was about to kill him.

"Can we go now?" She begs. "Please."

So that makes the first time I've been inclined to agree with them in such a short period of time. The thing is, though, I can hear more screeching, even from here. The silent ship from before is gone, and now it's over-run by these things that were nowhere in sight during the day.

I wonder if they'll go away when the sun goes up.

The door rocks again, more than usual this time.

"Yeah," Elias sighs. "Let's go."

He looks at the sword stuck in the door. Tough shit. He still has about 4 other weapons. I just lost one of my big ones. He'll survive without one. Besides, there's always the Cornucopia to go back to. We can replenish and come back out later.

These things better be gone tomorrow. I'm not getting chased for the next few days. I'm taking my game back.

Kinnon Arias, 15 years, District Nine Female

We spent the entire day looking for an appropriate hiding spot only to be in the worst location possible when it finally happened.

We all thought, once the sun went down, we'd at least have a little bit. We'd almost decided to go back to the ice rink, but that would mean making it five floors back down. There wasn't any time.

The screeching started. The same noise from the videos. Without hesitation, Arella had grabbed both of us without a word and shoved us into hiding.

I don't even know what this place is.

The eighth floor is enclosed on both ends, but it's in the middle that's the weird part. It's like they carved a long trench out of the top of the ship so that it was open air. There's a garden here. Almost like a mini forest, complete with trees and ivy tendrils growing up pillars. There are little shops and restaurants and patios lining the pathways, but I don't think we should risk running into one of them.

Which is why I'm currently laying in the dirt and the grass, covered by fern leaves and the branches of little shrubs.

I look up, straight to the top of the ship. You can see the stars from here. It'd be pretty if what was going on wasn't terrifying.

Sinora's maybe a foot away from me, but crouched, looking around warily. With all of the leaves moving in the wind, the shadows are playing tricks on us. I don't see anything, but you never know.

I glance around for Arella. I finally catch sight of her, quite literally scrambling up one of the smaller trees in the middle of the garden. Typical. But at least she has eyes on the whole place. Through the little strands of fairy lights wrapped around the trunks I can just make out her form, back pressed to one of the steadier branches. The machete is held close to her side.

She gave the camera back to me once night fell, for safe keeping in my backpack. I was almost shocked. But we're working together, for now. I have to remind myself of that.

The worst thing about this spot is there's too many places to look. The pathways are behind us and in front of us, there are a half a dozen doorways and entrances on each side of us, and the conveniently open-aired area is lined with balconies overlooking the garden. These things, whatever they are, could come from anywhere. Even with three sets of eyes we might not be quick enough.

It's Sinora who tenses just the slightest bit, first. I move very carefully onto my side, watching her. The sickle in her hand points in the direction I need to look.

I can barely see it, through the greenery. I turn back to Arella, slowly. Judging by wide her eyes are, she can very clearly see it, and it's not good. All we could see in the video was the arm, long and pale and skinny. I can't imagine the rest of it looks very good.

Something in her eyes tells me not to move, too. So I don't.

A shadow flickers next to me, passing over the leaves. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Sinora crouched perfectly still, hands digging impossibly hard into the dirt. I close my eyes as the shadow grows larger, almost passing over me. I can hear its footsteps now, crunching against the dead leaves, nails scratching against the brick edge of the pathway. It must be right behind me.

Nothing happens. I hold my breath, as best as I can, as the footsteps patter away. Fast and then slow. No movement at all. It's still looking, but it's getting further away. Giving up. Moving onto another area to look for someone else.

I only know it's finally gone when Sinora lets our a shaky sigh, deflating. I crack open my eyes.

The first thing I see, conveniently, is another one hanging off the balcony directly behind Arella's tree.

I know better than to make a sound. That'll only make it worse. There's no way to warn her.

It's got one hand on the railing, one foot balanced on the edge of the tile, but it's other two limbs are dangling off. Stretching closer and closer to her. Testing it's limits to see how far it can go. It knows we're here.

Arella opens her mouth. Maybe to sigh, maybe to say something. All I have to do is shake my head and she stops, mouth frozen open, eyes confused.

The thing launches itself off the balcony.

There's even less time to warn her than I thought. I don't even get time to scream at her before it crashes into her back.

The two of them go plummeting out of the tree, it wrapped around her back. I can't tell who screams louder. I instantly right myself, scrambling off the ground, almost missing the chance to grab my spear I go sliding past it so quickly. Arella thumps into the ground with it on top of her, crushing the undergrowth, it's massive claws digging into her back. I can see the blood, bright as day, against the darkness of her green coat.

I know I said Arella had to go. But not like this.

The thing's teeth are centimeters from her neck when I crack the spear into the side of it's head. It goes spinning away, apparently uninjured, but turns back on us instantly. Arella scrambles away, Sinora hoisting her up, but it's already going back after them.

Don't be scared, don't be scared. It's a mutt. Everything can be killed.

I half-step on Arella's machete, flung away when she fell, and take it into my other hand, just as it scrabbles after the pair of them through the grass.

I stab down with the spear, aiming right for it's leg. It goes all the way through, like paper, and sticks in the ground underneath. It wiggles frantically, realizing that for a split second it's trapped until it manages to rip itself away. One of it's hands reaches out again, back for Arella and Sinora, and I bury the machete in it's neck.

For a terrifying moment, I think it's going to keep going. I keep pushing, digging deeper until it's head is barely attached to it's body, black blood staining the ground underneath it. It lets out one last, pitiful screech and collapses to the ground, the machete almost taking it's head off entirely.

Arella, still almost entirely held up by Sinora's arms around her, stares at me in shock over it's body.

"Fuck," Sinora whispers. She adjusts her hold on Arella, who hisses in pain. There's blood dripping off her back. The cuts are probably deep.

"Sorry, sorry, should we—?"

"Go. I'm right behind you," I instruct. Sinora nods, slinging an arm around Arella's waist, and steps carefully around the body, emerging onto the pathway. She glances carefully both ways before darting into the doorway of the nearest restaurant, pulling Arella alongside her.

I yank the machete out of it's neck. More of the blackness splatters itself across my boots.

I just saved Arella's life. Maybe saved all of us, if things had gone south.

It feels good. But I know I didn't do it just for her.

When I ran up onto that stage, that's what I wanted the Capitol to see. Someone who wouldn't falter, who wouldn't hesitate, when the time came. Someone who was willing to play along. Those are the types of people that win. I knew that. Maybe those weren't the thoughts running through my head, when I killed the mutt, but they're the ones I'm thinking of now.

I did that for myself. Not anyone else.

Erna Kinsley, 17 years, District Eight Female

"Just stay here," I hiss.

I know telling Rover to stay anywhere that isn't near me is a long shot, but it's worth asking, right?

He stares back at me in silence. I know better than to think that's the answer I want. Especially now that he looks even more traumatized than he already did.

My bad.

Though, technically, not my bad. I had no plans on killing Magne this early. If he hadn't tried it on me, he'd still be alive. So it's his own fault, not mine.

I think the reason for the extra amount of trauma in Rover's eyes is the fact that Magne's body is still in the infirmary with us. It took hours for me to peel him off the floor, another half hour to even get him to stand up on his own, and I was two seconds from dragging Magne's body into the hallway just to get it out of here when I started hearing things.

Ever since then, I've had no interest in opening the door to find out what it is.

"You're not going to stay here if I go outside, are you?" I ask flatly. Rover continues staring at me.

Guess not.

The noises have been calming down. I haven't heard any in the past ten minutes, which I think is a good thing. That doesn't mean we're safe, though. Sure, I shoved a sword through Magne's face about twelve hours ago, but what's out there is also a lot more terrifying than him. Which isn't a real compliment, by any means, but it also probably bites a lot harder.

I sigh. "Open the door, then. Not too much."

Rover only hesitates before hurrying behind the door, cracking it open an inch. I shove the sword through the opening, into the hallway, and wait a moment.

Nothing leaps forward to attack it. Nothing startles at the sudden movement. I push at the door again until Rover opens it just enough to let me poke my head out. I glance down each end of the hallway. I see a lurking, massive shadow disappear around one corner and freeze. It doesn't return. The other way is empty. Maybe it wasn't our brightest move to stay on one of the lowest floors. There are two directions to run in, and both are poorly lit and not all that promising.

I don't know how many floors I'd have to drag Magne's body up until I found a balcony, and I really don't want to leave a trail of blood. I step out into the hallway

"Grab the bags," I say quietly. "We're going."

Rover doesn't protest, for once. A minute later he appears in the doorway himself, passing my bag through the slot.

"W-what about—?"

"It's alright. Just c'mon. And leave the door open."

Rover looks back in the doorway, off to the side. No doubt at Magne's corpse. Maybe I got lucky, that he tried to kill me first. Kill Rover. Even I'll admit, that surprised. I never thought he'd turn on Rover. It justified me killing him, though, and Rover still trusts me for it because he thinks I saved his life.

He steps into the hallway next to me warily, leaving the door open as I instructed. I start off in the opposite direction of the shadow with him practically plastered to my back. I have the sword in my right hand, Rover's tiny knife in my left. He wouldn't take it back, after what happened to Magne. He can't stay weaponless forever. Eventually I'll have to shove it back on him.

"Erna."

Rover's hand reaches out, stilling on my shoulder. There's no stutter to his voice, no hesitation. That's what makes me turn around.

The shadow is back at the other end all of the hall. I grab Rover's arm, haul ass around the corner, and stop, keeping as close to the junction in hallways as I dare.

I don't look around the corner to see it, but I can hear it's feet pattering against the floor. Eventually it stops, though, and lets out a hideous noise. The next movement is makes is much larger, almost like it jumped towards something.

Rover might not be able to hear it, but I can. I think it just found Magne's body and might be having a snack.

I push at Rover's shoulder, a little frantically. "Time to go. Now."

He looks sufficiently terrified himself, enough so that maybe he did hear what's going on. No more time for hesitating, though. He holds the door to the stairs open for me and then shuts it painfully slow, only the click as it settles back into place audible.

"Now what?" He whispers. Looking to me for more direction. It's actually nice, not having Magne here to complain about something. And we can take the stairs.

Judging by the sudden absence, I think the mutts might be trickling back into wherever they were hiding during the day. Hopefully that's exactly what happens today too. Once the sun comes up, we might find a bit of solace.

"Just get ready to run, if you see anything. And then we're finding some food. I'm fucking starving."

Abel Montgomery, 18 years, District Nine Male

"Abel. Abel. Don't—"

I scramble out from our hiding place. Glenn stares at me.

"—go out there," he finishes weakly. He sighs, rolling the bat across the ground towards me. I raise an eyebrow.

"I told you six hours ago I didn't want it. If you're gonna go out there, take it."

I know neither of us can really picture him hitting someone with a baseball bat, but I'd still rather him have that than nothing. Hesitantly, I run my fingers over the knife in my belt. I haven't even touched it since the first day, and I wasn't really ever planning on it, but I take it out and toss it back to where Glenn's still hiding.

I'm not going to say out-loud that I can imagine Glenn hitting someone with a bat before he ever stabs someone. Right now, I don't really think it matters.

We haven't seen any people in what feels like forever. Or anything, really. We've heard some things I'd rather forget. I think part of it can attribute to the fact that Glenn choose the massive buffet area as the place to hide, with the argument of food no matter where we got stuck. The only issue is the room's so big everything's ten times louder than it should be.

A few hours back, we were somewhere at the edge of the kitchen when something crawled through the top of the doorway. Glenn ran one way, I ran the other, sending him into what was no doubt an absolute panic once he realized he had no idea where I was. He found me maybe twenty minutes later, skulking around in the dark like an idiot, when I reached my arm out from under a table, grabbed his ankle, and all but dragged him under with me.

Ignoring the fact that I had to knock him to the ground to do so. He didn't even really look upset.

It's getting light out, though. You can see the faint rays of light from the sunrise through the windows lining every outside wall. We can't stay hiding under a table forever.

The curtain lining the edges of the table fall back into place once I'm out fully. Glenn pulls two of them apart to watch.

"Just stay here," I tell him. "I'll be back in a minute."

"What if something happens?"

"Stay here."

I start back off towards the kitchen, leaving him staring after me. It's true, though. If something happens I definitely don't want him coming after me. He's done enough, in such a short amount of time. He shouldn't have to risk his life too. Maybe it's because I feel like I owe him too, in a weird way. I probably would've let myself waste away if he hadn't found me when he did. Admittedly, the idea's still tempting. But I don't want to hurt him even more than I already have.

I prop open the kitchen door carefully, watching for signs of movement. I flick the light on.

The fluorescent lights lining the ceiling flicker to life. There's nothing in here. At least not anymore. Someone conveniently moved all of the butcher knives and other equipment out though; probably didn't even bother putting them in here in the first place. That'd be too easy. There is something on the far wall though, something that probably shouldn't be there but is anyway. I start making my way towards it, still looking for any signs of life. I could still be wrong about something being in here.

My fingers land on the glass case fastened to the wall. It's bolted shut. No big deal.

I slam the end of the baseball bat into it, sending shards of glass spinning to the floor. I brush the edge of the sill off, more glass landing on the floor. Glenn slides through the door, wide-eyed and clutching the knife like it's a lifeline.

"Thanks for terrifying me," he breathes, clutching at his chest like he's close to a heart attack.

"Sorry," I mumble, and I really am, only I'm more concentrated on not cutting my hand open. I pull the emergency axe out of it's holder, waving it around until Glenn's eyes land on it.

"You want it?" I ask. "Or should I take it too?"

Sure enough, he scrambles right over, practically yanking the axe out of my hand. His face lights up like I haven't seen it since we've been in here. It's relieving.

His barely-there smile falters completely when he looks at me, disappearing entirely within a moment of seconds. Like he thinks he's not allowed to be happy. It's my fault. There's no other reason for it.

The sunrise pours through the door, lighting up the room even further. The room, the whole area, is eerily silent. Nothing like the past few hours.

Looks like we made it through the night.

Hello and welcome to Twist takes mutts out of a goddamn video game because she's super uncreative. Sue me for liking Until Dawn too much. Except don't sue me, Sony. This chapter had approximately zero actual purpose in it other than for me to briefly terrorize everyone. But I will actually cool it now! For five minutes. Because it was a total lie last time.

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