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NOAH

12:07 P.M.

BEDROOM 2

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We're in another bedroom. Great. Who'd have thought we'd end up on yet another wild goose chase in this damn place?

Obviously sarcasm.

I groan, upset about the whole situation. Okay, sure, I've never been on good terms with Gwen; hell, I'm doing this for someone else, not for her.

Yeah, I admit it. I'm not searching for Gwen because I care about her or some such shit, no. I'm doing it for Cody, the nervous wreck beside me, hell-bent on finding the love of his life before they find her.

UGH! Cody, what the hell do you see in her?! All you ever did as far as I've known you was shower her with your love and care, albeit in an unorthodox manner, and she just crumpled you up and threw you aside like one of her failed sketches.

Why can't you see that she's not good for you? That maybe... that maybe someone else would be better?

...Ah, who the fuck am I kidding?

Yeah, I admit it. Damn it. What, the calendar wasn't enough proof for you? Or my mannerisms? Or the way I look at him and stand up for him, yet deny any feelings for him whatsoever?

I admit it. I love Cody! YOU HAPPY?!

...Ugh...

No, that's not breaking the fourth wall--I needed to convince myself that I love him. But I know it's not meant to be. I mean, hell, he's always pining over the ladies, mostly Gwen, flirting with them, asking for a night on the town or a night in the bedroom (I'm sure that last one was a joke; Cody's too innocent for something like that). Why would he want to switch teams for someone like me? The asshole of the group? Especially when he has another asshole to swoon over that's actually FEMALE?

...Sigh...

The facility must be getting to me, and I'm afraid of what may result. Over half of our fellow campers is presumed dead--we don't know for sure, but the fact that we haven't seen them since the contest began isn't helping any theory against it. Hell, for all we know, Gwen is dead, Chris is dead, all of Team One friggin' gone, Harold, Leshawna, the ones that stayed behind, they're probably all dead.

We could be the only ones left...

"The key! I got the key!" His voice is all giddy and happy. It scares the shit out of me... at first. But after a few seconds, I smile. Only he could sound so ridiculously dumb, and still put me in a good mood. Maybe it's because I know he's actually smart under all that stupid. Yeah, let's just say that.

Like a drill sergeant, Chef orders us out of the room, and Cody practically runs at the speed of light through the door before we even have a chance to move.

I roll my eyes. Blinded by love. I just know it.

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12:11 A.M.

CHESS ROOM

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The second we walk into the room, I groan. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a whiz at Chess, but this looked as if we'd need someone with both brains AND brawns to figure this out.

Let's see if I can work together with Chef.

When I first check out this puzzle, it first appears as though you had to move the pawn in a way that would result in Check, but that would be absurd, considering the fact that the king could kill the pawn during the next turn. Then, I take note of the queen, which is kitty-corner to the pawn, and in retrospect could also take the pawn out if you go for the Check. Additionally, where you would have to move forward one space to get in the position of the inevitably unsuccessful Check, you could instead take out the queen, which would keep you out of range of the king, which is in the other direction. Considering the possible mechanics of this room, if the goal is in fact to take out the king, I conclude that taking out the queen will cause a mechanism to move the king to the right, making it kitty-corner with the pawn. Then the pawn could take out the king.

Well, it was worth a shot.

"Alright, here's what we're going to do," I tell the group. "Chef, push that pawn toward the queen."

"...Um... A'ight." He pushes the black pawn toward the white queen, until the two giant Chess pieces collide. He begins to strain, having double the weight to push. Cody and I help out, as Izzy stays behind, fascinated at the black-and-white checkered design on the floor.

"Oooooooooh... It's like Sonic!"

"Shut up, Izzy!"

"E-SCOPE WILL NOT BE--"

"SHUT UP, IZZY!!"

"Alright, fine!"

We finally manage to push the white queen out of its square, and, just as I had predicted, the white king moved one space to the right, where the black pawn could take it out.

"Checkmate," I say in a low tone, like a hero in an action movie, before telling the others to push the black pawn toward the white king.

We finally succeed in beating the white king, which was pushed onto a switch. The door on the other side of the room unlatches.

"YES!" Cody cheers, and I roll my eyes again. Oh, brother...

(The door opens slowly, creaking softly.)

The first thing I do when we enter the room is look at the door on the left side. At least half of the furniture in the room is piled up against the door. Gwen wasn't just scared; she was mortified!

Cody takes one look at the chairs and tables stacked up against the door and breaks down. "Oh, God!" he cries, and I feel a deep pit in my chest. "Gwen..."

"Get a hold of yourself, Maggot!" Chef shouts, shaking Cody's shoulders violently. "Hope is not lost! Let's get movin'! The sooner we find creepy girl, the sooner we can get out of this hellhole!"

"...Well, not really," I say matter-of-factly. "We've still got about an hour left before the lockdown ends."

"WAS I TALKIN' TO YOU, MEAT-FACE?!" Chef shouts at me. ...Wait, "Meat-Face"?

"Ch-Chef is right, N-Noah," Cody speaks up, and I can tell from the tone of his voice that Chef scared the shit out of him. "We n-need to find Gwen bef-f-fore it's t-too late."

Ugh... Alright, fine! ...No, I didn't say that. My response was more of a less emotional "Whatever."

"There's a staircase here," Izzy exclaims, pointing to a set of stairs at the side of the room. Honestly, I didn't even notice them at all until she said something. "Anyone want to race? First one to hit the bottom wins!" She began tumbling down the stairs purposefully.

"...I'll pass..."

(Tumble, tumble, trip and fall; Izzy won this free-for-all.)

We're in a rather small room. There's a door in front of us, but it's locked. Gwen had to have gone in another direction. Sure enough, there's a door behind the staircase, and we take it.

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12:30 A.M.

B4 SAVE ROOM

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I skipped ahead a few minutes because mentioning the rooms we went through was rather unneeded. They were all storage hallways, no encounters of vile creatures or zombies occurred in them, and we're in the same room that we would've been in right away if that door from earlier was unlocked. Yep, we nearly went in a circle. Perhaps more of a "C", really.

There's a typewriter here, but I try to refrain from ranting. Cody wouldn't allow it.

Wait... why is HE stopping at the typewriter?

He doesn't type, no, but something seems to allure his interest. A piece of paper next to the typewriter... it looks... brand new! But... how...

...Wait...

No... it can't be...

I watch Cody's expression as he reads it. I expected him to be happy and giddy about the possibility of finding Gwen. But instead... he's horrified and grim.

I gulp. Oh God... What happened? He sets the paper down and sits down on the chair behind the typewriter.

He begins to break down.

"Cody--" I try to comfort him, he pushes me away. Oh, God... What the hell did he read?

I picked up the paper, preparing for the worst.

I couldn't prepare myself enough for this, though.

Cody,

If you're reading this, it means I'm right about you. At least now.

I was bitten, Cody. A zombie had bitten me in the arm. But he didn't finish the job. I got the upper hand and kicked his head off. He's in the hallway ahead--but you shouldn't have to worry about him now.

I came back here, and realizing my fate is now sealed, I had begun to think. About Trent. About Duncan. About... ugh... Chris.

About you.

And when I did, when I gave it some thought, I realized that all you were doing was protecting me. You didn't mean to kill Trent, you just wanted me to be safe. I guess this goddamn facility just got the better of both of us, huh? And now I'm paying for it. I shouldn't have run, but it's too late now.

There was a document next to this typewriter that made me curious, and I read it. I tore it up soon after, in rage, but I figured you should know about it.

The T-virus, as the paper called it, is much more advanced here. Apparently, most strains of this zombie virus take days to take effect. These guys wanted to rush it. They apparently wanted to be able to create zombie armies for themselves at will, so they sped up the process. This strain can turn a person into a zombie within the hour!

But I'm sure this is nowhere near your greatest concern. I'm sorry, Cody. Really. You've been a great friend, one I sure am lucky to have, and you've proven it just by being here to read this. And if it wasn't for my stupid breakdown, we probably could've both made it out of here alive, and continued to be friends for years.

Goodbye, Cody. I love you. Like a brother, but I love you nonetheless. Please... Don't look for me anymore. Save yourself. Get out of here. It's too late for me.

And Chris, if you're reading this, go suck a cock, you motherfucking dickweed.

With love,

Gwen.

...

I put the paper down, sighing. Cody, blindly, gets up and runs out of the room, down the hallway Gwen mentioned in the letter. I sigh again, and sit where Cody had been. I begin to type.

"Why, forces that be? Why, of all people, do you torture such a loving person so?"