True Colors

"Please, let me eat more," one woman begged, her voice filled with desperation.

More than three weeks passed, so he decided to limit the supply distribution. Otherwise, they would all end up starving to death.

"You can't. You've already had your ration for today, and we don't even know how long we're going to be trapped here."

Normally, she would listen to him, but this time, it was different. Hunger, anxiety, and thirst finally pushed her to the limit.

"Give me food!"

"Give me food!"

"Give me food!"

She kept pestering him. He pushed her away, but she grabbed onto him harder, desperate and frantic.

Forced to act, he kicked her.

The sound of her fall echoed, and the others, already on edge, saw this as the breaking point. They, too, began to protest.

"I said stop!" He shouted at them, his voice growing more annoyed.

"Why should we?" one of them lashed out, throwing an empty bottle in his direction. "You're starving us and only giving enough food to the other four girls!"

Another one stepped forward; her hands clenched into fists. "Why do they get more, and we get nothing?" 

The tension in the room rose with every word.

Worst of all, he couldn't deny their words. His conscience weighed heavily on him, but the harsh reality of their situation forced him to make the hard choice.

The others, left to suffer in silence, now saw the growing favoritism, and it was impossible to ignore.

"If we don't work together, we will all die here," he warned, his tone growing more desperate.

"Bullshit!" one of them snapped back. "We will die either way because you're not giving us enough food and water!"

"That's right! You think we're too blind to see what you're doing? You're letting us starve while they get more. We're all going to die—just admit it!"

The blonde woman stepped forward, trembling with anger, her eyes full of accusation.

Then, in a desperate attempt, she lunged at Zayn, a pen gleaming in her hand as she aimed to stab his neck.

Fortunately, his instincts kicked in just in time. He jerked his body back, narrowly avoiding the sharp point of the pen.

Then, he pushed her away, sending her stumbling back.

But her allies weren't far behind, and they rushed in to attack him.

Maya, Hannah, Rose, and Mika tried to intervene, and it quickly escalated into a full-blown fight.

Fists flew as they punched each other. Hair was pulled, bodies shoved, and the room was filled with the sound of struggle.

No one was backing down. 

Meanwhile, Zayn stood frozen, gripping the metal pole in his hand. His mind raced—he needed to make a decision, and fast.

'Even if I manage to calm them down now, it will only get worse later.'

The problem wasn't just his favoritism; it was the fact that they were working with a limited number of supplies.

Each day, the supplies dwindled, and no matter how he divided it, it was never enough for everyone.

The noise of the fight raged on around him, and something deep inside him began to shift—the darker side of him resurfacing again.

One woman managed to get past Maya, her hands reaching for him in a wild attempt.

Without thinking, he dodged and yanked her back toward him, his grip hard and forceful.

"I told you all to fucking stop!" he blurted out.

"Alright, from now on, I'll give every one of you your fair share!" Zayn compromised, his voice calmer now, hoping to ease the tension.

For a moment, the room seemed to settle, the anger simmering down as they began to believe in his promise.

Rose walked over to the woman still held in Zayn's grasp.

"What are you doing, Rose? I'm handling it now, so behave," he ordered.

But without warning, she stabbed the woman's throat with a pen.

The sickening sound of plastic sinking into flesh echoed through the room. And, as she yanked it back, blood sprayed in all directions, splattering the floor.

THUD!

The woman's body convulsed before slumping to the ground, blood pooling around her.

For a moment, silence hung in the air. Then, she turned to face the others, her expression as cold as ice.

"I'm getting out of here, no matter what it takes. And I'll only be sharing the supplies with Zayn, Hannah, Maya, and Mika. The rest of you are on your own."

She made her stance clear. The lines were drawn, and survival turned into a battle for the chosen few.