Frank was really worried about Joe. He remained unconscious, which, Frank guessed wasn't so bad. He knew his brother needed his sleep after all - it was just worrysome to see him lying on the ground, his face scrunched up in pain.

"So we have eighteen left," John said, frowning. "Ideally we take none of those out-", he said, and Frank had a feeling he was saying that purely for Frank's benefit, but why he would Frank' wouldn't know. He sighed, "Then again… Don't know. I've never been one to sit and wait for calvary."

"What makes you so sure that your friends will find you?" James questioned, before holding up his hands in self-defense. "Honest question."

"They've done it before," John said as he watched Frank try and get another sip of water down Joe's throat. "We have a lake and we're near a fire. Let's use the one pot we picked up to purify some water. We have those extra water bottles we stole from that one dude…" his voice trailed off, that we killed, but Frank thought none of it.

"Sounds good," James said as he took the pan and filled it with water. John nodded his thanks before motioning for him to hold it over the fire.

"What're you doing?" Frank asked out of curiosity.

"Trying to make a fishing line," John responded. "So we can get some fish while we're here."

Frank nodded, "Sounds like a plan to me." He sighed, "I'm not sure how much water to force into him. I want to keep him hydrated…."

"How much has he drank?"

"About half the bottle before passing out and about a third with me pouring it in," Frank responded with a very tired sigh.

"Good, that's something. I guess stop for now and then you should try and give him some when he wakes up." John hesitated, "I'm not sure whether waking him up to feed him dinner would be beneficial or not. I'm thinking since we don't have a lot of food, we should try and hold what we have. If we can catch some more fish, that's obviously ideal."

"Sounds good. We also shouldn't stay in one place for long, I think; everyone else is moving around."

A voice spoke up, "Fourteen remain! And to make things fun…. You don't know who died, or how! Because I HAVE CONTROL OF YOU ALL."

With that the voice clicked off.

"Someone missed getting diagnosed as antisocial," John quipped, shaking his head. "Fourteen? Weren't we at like seventeen or eighteen or - I've lost track."

"Sounds like there was a bloodbath we missed. Four deaths and he said nothing? How long was he sleeping?" Frank asked, as he rubbed his forehead.

"Maybe he was delaying the death toll intentionally," John theorized. "He wanted us to think that things were pretty okay and keep us on edge. You know, in the Hunger Games, when things got boring they forced them together? I sure hope he missed that part."

"Let's be realistic, he's not going by the Hunger Games rules anyway," Frank responded. "If he was, I'd label him a fanatic. But he's using the ideas of the Hunger Games to bring terror to others."

John shrugged. "If there's fourteen left, that means there's ten out there besides us. Someone's been doing some killing. I don't like being in the dark about who the other groups are."

"Me neither," James said, "But I'm sure he did that intentionally. I mean, he knew you were a Blood leader."

"Was in the prison I was in," John grumbled. "Always knew he was an asshat. I'm sure part of why he didn't want to let us know who was in here was so that way he wouldn't say, like… He didn't want us to go after each other, like he didn't want an instant war with the gangs."

"I'd say that's true, except for one problem - if he's after a bloodbath why would that stop him?"

"So then what is his intent?" John asked. "He said this was his Saturday morning cartoons."

"I wonder if this is for entertainment or revenge…" Frank mused, frowning.

"Well, if it was for revenge, why not just take us all out himself?" James asked as he set up the food the best he could. Frank nodded his thanks.

"I don't know. The man's completely defied logic so far. He claims this is a hunger games - it's nothing like the hunger games, thank god. Spends hundreds of millions of god knows what setting up a fake forrest. Why? And why put contestants in here to fight for the death?"

"Have all the other contestants in here been murderers that you've talked too?"

"Someone is, I guess, only convicted of three counts of rape," James said, "But they died."

"So he's taking victims that did serious crimes and put them in… this," Frank responded with a shake of his head. "How did he track them all down?"

"Prison list, probably, probably connected with them somehow. I'm guessing the guards are allies. It all leads up to one thing though: Why sentence 20 strangers to their deaths by fighting one another? Why not kill them?"

"He's probably breeding on our fear and terror, probably also thinks most in here are psychopaths and don't have feelings and emotions - but I don't know; those two statements conflict themselves," Frank said. He turned to Joe as Joe grunted awake, "Joe?"

"Frank? Everything… hurts."

Just what we need. Joe getting sick. "Joe, how much can you move?" Frank asked.

"Can't…. leg hurts… Tripped…"

"Does it feel broken?"

"Don't…. what's broken… Don't think so…"

"Do you think he's delirious?" John asked, touching Joe's forehead. Frank tried not to wince. He doesn't want to kill us yet, he thought.

"Don't know. Seems lucid. Joe? Where are we?"

"Easy…. question. At…." Joe blinked open, then closed his eyes. "Still… at…. school."

Frank winced. "Who's with us?"

"Some… guy… loud voice…"

John rolled his eyes. "I'm hurt; I only yell when I have too."

"Sounds… like… boyfriend…"

Frank did a doubletake; sure he was gay but he wasn't dating. "Joe…" he said, a warning tone in his voice. The last thing he wanted to have a talk with John about was his sexual preferences.

"Oh… Sorry… I don't know where we are… then. Not at school? Too…. quiet."

"What's his temperature?" John questioned.

"I don't have a thermometer," Frank grumbled.

"Check your first-aid kit, maybe there's one in there."

Frank shrugged and did so - he'd glanced at it the first day but hadn't really looked in it. The first aid kit held gauze and a thermometer. Joe's, who they had basically stolen, held the same but held bandages instead of a thermometer. "Do you mind checking yours to see what's in there?" he asked John.

"Sure," John said as he checked his. James did the same. James had some flu medicine, which Frank found ironic.

"Joe, I'm taking your temperature."

"Frank… are we… where?" Joe asked, as if he had suddenly realized that this wasn't school.

"We're in…. a park," John said, and Frank shot him a somewhat grateful look tailored with disbelief.

"Oh… comfy."

Joe couldn't remember where they were. He felt dizzy and sick, as if he might seriously throw up any minute. He hoped that Frank trusted whoever they were with because he didn't. He had thought they were at school first, but he didn't recognize the guy Frank was with.

His thought process was fuzzy and he only barely registered Frank taking the thermometer out of his mouth. "...Bad?" he asked.

"101," Frank said, and Joe could picture his brother wincing. That was hot.

"Not… good. Why…. still in park?"

"Comfortable," the other voice quipped. Joe groaned but didn't move to open his eyes.

"More water... Frank?" he asked.

"Sure. Best thing we can do right now," Frank said.

"No… hospital?"

"Not for now," Frank responded, "Now sush and drink."

"Fenton," Sam said, coming into the room, "I found something."

"Oh?"

"The man bought a huge piece of land six months ago. If he's planning on doing something like this he'd need space, right?"

"Right…"

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"As long as you're thinking it's time to wake the judge up for a warrant then hell yes."