Chapter four (new)

The air is heavy, no one knowing how to truly react to the situation at hand. How could they? Just a bunch of scared traumatized teens, with a problem getting worse and worse by the minute. Everyone wanting to go home or wake up to find out this was all a nightmare. All they can do now is lash out and break down.

A laugh breaks out, a sinister cackle of pure evil enjoyment from the man on the screen.

"Now, now, settle down settle down." He says while chuckling "Let us continue, as you can see there is a metal ladder on one of the walls." A loud metal screech follows SCREEEE as the roof above the ladder moves to reveal a metal trap door. "Because you cleared the floor you may pass without difficulty. Climb the ladder to the second floor."

The screen turns off after his final command as everyone looks at the ladder still holding up the body of Rose Quarts.

A gulp is heard from Ricardo as he begins approaching the ladder.

"Let's go." He says as he places his foot on the ladder.

He begins climbing, the blood on the ladder sticking to his hands while he tries his best to avoid touching her now cold body which is now pale from her remaining blood pooling to her feet. He takes his final step, his foot on her shoulder as he pushes open the door and climbs through before turning around and holding his hand out waiting for someone else to climb.

One by one we begin climbing the ladder, holding our breath as we become face to face with Rose her mouth hung open as her limp body jostles with our every movement. The smell of rotting beginning to emit from her insides seeping out as her eyes grey slowly.

The second floor is different from the first, six multicolored doors are aligned on the left wall and there is a large round metal tube on the opposite wall covered by metal bars. The screen in the same place it was in the last room.

"Welcome players to the second floor," The man says glitching once again. "You will see six doors, those will be your living quarters, group up and take rest for the night." He says as the once bright screen goes dark.

"Hey! Let me out of here! My daddy will sue! He's a lawyer!" Samantha says while stomping her foot in her white flats as her purple headband slides back a little. Looking like a small child.

The doors automatically fly open. I take a peek inside, there is a screen, an empty desk, a metal bunk bed attached to the wall, one twin-sized metal bed on the other side of the room also attached to the wall, and a bathroom. The walls are like the grey brick of the outer rooms and smells of a mixture of chemicals.

I slowly gaze around at the others and decided I wanted Brianna to room with me. I walk toward her tapping her on the shoulder.

"Would you like to room with me?" I asked Brianna and she pauses hesitantly before nodding her head.

Everyone divided among themselves leaving Shawn roomless, no one wanting to room with him for obvious reasons.

"Hold on," I tell Brianna as I walk toward Shawn.

"Come room with us," I tell him softly as I drag him to our room.

Brianna glares angrily at us, obviously confused why I would even consider bringing him in here.

"There's no use to being mad at him, obviously there's is going to be way more murder and death. And we can't get out of here if we don't all work together." I say to Brianna as I walk toward the bottom bunk.

I sit and look at them expectantly, waiting for them to pick a bed. Raising an eyebrow at their now awkward glances somehow debating with themselves on what would be the better choice. Obviously they both couldn't bunk with me.

"Um I'll take the top bunk."

Shawn says while quickly climbing the cold metal ladder on his way to the top bunk as Brianna is left with her twin sized mattress.

"Today was a..."

I pause while trying to find a word that would best describe this situation we're in.

"-long day, and I have a feeling it's only going to get worse so let's try and go to sleep and survive through tomorrow. Huh?"

I say limply with no energy in my voice directed at the two obviously now traumatized teens. I get no answer back from them as I settle down into my small hard cold mattress. The blanket paper thin and itchy; while the pillow was basically a cement brick with half of a cotton ball inside. Not exactly the best place to sleep after a murder.