"Move," Alex commanded with the sound of a hostage taker as a brushed past Derek. He moved into room swiftly, rapidly checking in all the directions of the room for any more traps. Everyone else soon followed. Wordlessly, Alex grabbed hold of the shotgun that had been bolted to the door, and with one swift movement, pried the gun off by kicking the door down. Wasting no time, he opened the firing chamber to check for additional ammo. "Shit," He ranted as he noticed there had been only one bullet, and that had been fired.
Jenna moaned as she grasped at her shoulder, which had been hit by the blank.
"Are you alright?" Chris queried as he moved over to Jenna.
"I just woke up in a shit hole for the second time, am trapped in a life threatening game again, and just got shot. Yeah, I'm just peachy-keen you fat bastard."
"Hey, don't you talk like that little-missy," Chris commanded, sounding like a parent disciplining their child. "I'm not the one who put you in here. Furthermore, I'm on your side. For lack of a better term, shut the fuck up and start helping."
"Well," Alex retaliated, "She helped by soaking up a bullet for us."
"Shove it up your ass you two!" Jenna shouted.
"Feisty, feisty," Alex observed as he moved close to Jenna and examined her shoulder.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going to pull the slug out of your shoulder - unless of course you want to keep it as a souvenir."
"What! How could you do something like that?"
"Like this," Alex concluded, and yanked at her shoulder faster then Jenna could react.
"Jesus Christ!" Jenna shrieked, horrified, "Why did you do that?"
"I had to," Alex explained, "Otherwise it would become infected and eventually kill you. It still might, even. So keep it covered and hope to hell we get out of here fast enough."
Jenna had no response, and merely clutched the wound as her eyes glazed over, making her look somewhat loon.
"Let's get going then," Derek said decisively, and everyone else echoed it.
This was also a fairly linear room, there was a computer terminal in the corner, and right by it was a steel door.
"Not again," Alex grunted, and pressed his body up against the door in an attempt to ram in down. Derek and Chris soon followed, all of them trying to ram the door down. Their attempts were in vain however, as the door never budged.
"There's a cassette player by the computer…" Jenna said weakly.
Breathlessly, Chris walked over, grabbed the player, and pressed play.
"Greetings," Jigsaw greeted again, and the looks of disgust on everyone's faces returned. "The room behind the door next to this terminal contains a clue. The door cannot be unlocked however, unless you input the code into the terminal. The code is the answer to this riddle: "Who makes it has no need of it. Who buys it has no use for it. Who uses it has no knowledge of it." This one is pretty tough, so here's a hint: The terminal is the same thing – and not just technically wise. Good luck."
"Derek, you're good with computers, right?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Derek answered.
"Well, an educated guess, based on the fact that you're clinging onto that laptop for dear life."
Derek gave Chris a cold stare.
"And what does that have to do with this?"
"The clue said the code is the same thing as the terminal. What brand is it? What version? Think of everything involved with this computer and maybe that's the answer."
"Well," Derek began, wracking his brain, "It looks like a version 3 Project Blue computer…"
"Try it."
With that, Derek typed into the prompt screen "Version 3 Project Blue". It was shortly followed by "Incorrect."
"Damn," Derek said in frustration, and sat down into the chair in front of the computer. "We might be here a while."
"Maybe there's something out of the ordinary with it?" Chris suggested. "Like, what was the brand made for, or any abnormalities with the system itself, or perhaps a real life incident with the brand…?"
"In all honesty this thing is in good shape. Nothing with this happened like it falling off a desk and crushing a baby or anything, so that's out of the question."
"Go further. Maybe some problems with it, or… um… those errors that happen with those contraptions."
"For a while it went by the nick name of "grave" because of its frequency to enter the B.S.O.D."
""B.S.O.D.?"" Chris and Alex asked simultaneously.
"It stands for "Blue Screen of Death". It's basically when your computer enters a blue screen without you telling it to, and you can't do anything to get out of it, and have to reboot."
"Try B.S.O.D. then."
Derek did so, and was once again met by the "Incorrect" message.
"What did you say the nick name for this computer was?" Jenna asked sheepishly.
""Grave,"" Derek replied matter-of-factly.
"That's it!" Chris exclaimed. "Someone who makes a grave doesn't need it because they're alive, someone who buys it doesn't need one because they're alive, and someone who uses a grave doesn't know their using it because they're dead!"
"That's got to be it," Derek concurred, and began clearing the screen as to type his new answer in.
Something still bothered Chris, however. The tape said what the answer was – a grave – was not just a grave in a technical since. Therefore, did that mean this terminal was going to be someone's grave?
It was, Chris realized, as he noticed the concealed shotgun aimed at the chair Derek was sitting in.
The computer would be Derek's grave.