"Hello? Is anyone here?" A voice called out.

"I'm here, yeah…" A troubled female voice answered.

"So, I take it you're the other sonsabitches I'm trapped here with, huh?" A deep third voice answered.

"This whole fucking room is too dark!" The female voice whined. "Somebody find a light switch or something!"

"Sure thing Princess," The deep voice taunted.

"I think I found something," The first voice announced.

Suddenly, light flooded the room, revealing all of them.

"Damn," The person with the deep voice said, shielding his eyes. "Bright lights!"

The first voice was unphased, he continued to examine his surroundings carefully.

The room was larger then that of the rooms they started in, but was in equal if not worse condition. Because this room had brick walls, there were not as many decays, but a few rats scurried into holes when the lights flipped on. The roof was in horrible condition, and it wouldn't surprise any of them if it fell at this very moment. Several puddles dotted the floor, probably caused by leaks in the roof. The layout was fairly simple: The rooms they had come out of were lined against the rear wall, with another door-lessarch leading into another room, and a staircase going up to the left.

"All in favor of getting out of here?" The person that called out first asked.

They agreed unanimously.

"The tapes," The female said, "The tapes said we needed each other to get out of here. So we'd better get to know each other, I guess. My name's Jenna."

"Derek," The first voice responded.

"Alex." The deep voice greeted.

"Shit," Cried Jenna. "There are only three of us! Where's the fourth!"

"He's probably in his own room," Derek said, gesturing to the rooms they had just come out of. "Which one did we not come out of?"

After process of elimination, they determined it was the door to the far right the fourth must be in. Walking over to the door, Alex entered nonchalantly. Jenna and Derek followed.

The fourth was a man, he was sprawled out on the floor, unresponsive.

"Fuck," Jenna squealed with terror, hoping she had not already lost Danny. "Is he dead?"

"What's the matter," Alex queried, "Never seen a dead body before?"

"I've seen one before," Jenna said, thinking of the man with the jumbo retainer that had been electrocuted in front of her. His fingerprints were burned off and his teeth melted, so there was no way for the police to identify him.

"He's still breathing," Derek noticed.

Jenna heaved a sigh of relief.

"Wake up," Alex shouted at the man, clapping his hands. Dissatisfied the man had not awoken after that, Alex strode over and shook him.

"DOGS!" The man screamed as he awoke, punching Alex in the chest.

"What the hell!" Alex screamed back at the man, dropping into a defensive stance.

The man rubbed his head murmured, "You're the others, aren't you?" Turning to Alex, he then said, "I'm sorry – I thought you were someone else…"

"Yeah, yeah." Alex said caring little.

"What's your name?" Derek asked the man.

"Chris." He answered.

"I'm Derek. She's Jenna, and he's Alex."

"Pleased to meet you, although I wish it would have been under different circumstances."

"No kidding."

"Well," Alex began, "Now that your "howdy-doodies" are over with, can we start to try and escape? I'd like to leave this shithole A.S.A.P."

They exited the room in soundless agreement.

"Where to first?" Jenna asked, gesturing to the staircase and the door-less arch.

"The stairs don't look to sturdy," Chris observed, "So I'd prefer the ground floor."

"Yeah, he's probably right." Derek agreed.

"Okay then," Alex said, "Stay here, I'll check to make sure its safe – no tellin' what vermin are in the nooks and crannies of that room."

With that, he walked into the room and disappeared from view.

"Why is everyone so calm?" Derek asked. It was clear he was on the verge of tears. "We could die here. Fucking die here."

"I didn't last time," Chris breathed.

"What did you say?"

After a long pause, Chris said, "I've played Jigsaw's games before."

"Holy shit!" Derek exclaimed. "Now I know where I remember you from – you're that washed-up millionaire who was ruined by Jigsaw!"

"Shut up," Chris said, covering his eyes. "You have no idea what I went through."

"I've played before too," Jenna admitted. Her eyes were glazed over, as if she was remembering something very painful.

"You're Jennifer Trevor?" Derek asked.

There was no response.

"You… you two are the experts, right?" Derek asked, overcome with dread. "Are we… are we gonna live?"

"I don't know," Chris whispered, "I just don't know."

"Hey people," Alex called. "You need to come in here. You've got to see this."

Derek ran in first, pushing ahead of the others.
"Wha-!" He said as he fell. About three feet into the next room, the floor ended in a giant pit. Inside this pit were two-inch needles lined along the dirt ground.
Alex reacted quickly, grabbing Derek by the end of his shirt collar. The pit was about nine feet deep, and Derek hung there, frightened.
Jigsaw's words flashed through Alex's mind, "They possess knowledge vital to your success."

"Pull me up…" Derek said, staring at the needles in fright.
"Say 'please'." Alex taunted.
"PLEASE! Just pull me the hell up!" Derek yelled frightfully.
With a slight grunt Alex pulled him back up. The first thing Derek checked, of course, was his computer. He examined every inch of it, and when he was sure it was unharmed he sighed in relief.
"What's that you got there?" Chris asked, kneeling down to see the laptop.
"It's an ice-cream sundae, you moron." Derek said, standing up and dusting himself off.
"You're pretty cocky for someone who nearly died." Chris said.
"Well, I didn't die, now did I?" Derek asked angrily.
"Well, I guess we have to go up the stairs." Jenna said as she looked back at the door they'd come through with distaste.
They all turned around and began to file out of the room when Derek noticed a note by the door. He grabbed it and read silently to himself, "Welcome to the first riddle. The first thing you need to know is that on the other side of the door at the top of the stairs was a gun rigged to fire through the door."
Derek's eyes grew wide as he read this line. He looked up to see that Jenna had already made it to the top of the stairs, and her hand was on the doorknob.
"Stop!" He shouted. "Don't open the fucking door!"
It was too late, though. She opened the door, and there was a loud gunshot as she fell back into Chris, who in turn knocked down Alex in a strange domino effect. They all fell to the bottom of the stairs.
"Shit!" Derek cried out, slumping to the floor.

Derek instinctively opened up his laptop. He had no idea what else to do; he was screwed without Jenna. He ran a virus search.
"No virus found." The screen said. At least one thing was going well.
He looked up at the others, expecting to see Jenna's carcass on top of them.
"Get off of me!" Chris shouted angrily as he pushed Jenna to the side. She sat up, shakily. Chris stood up and brushed his hair back. Alex shouted, "What the bloody fuck was that?"
Derek walked slowly up the stairs to the shotgun, careful to stay out of the way of the hole where the muzzle was, just in case of a second shot. Slid partially under the door was yet another note. It was barely visible; no wonder Jenna had missed it. This one was written out. It read, "Next time there will be real bullets. Careful which doors you open."