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GAME OF EXITS CHAPTER 27A: LAST BREATH
4:33 am. About an hour and a half before Kriz wakes up.
The dark, bizarre jungle of trees exhales a cold gust of wind, wafting a stale, eerie scent that quickly shrouds the players outside the glass enclosure. Ryan breathes in the old, misty air like a costly prize for another job well done. He shakily slumps to the ground, blankly staring at the lush trees and ferns dimly illuminated by the torches. All he cares about at the moment is catching his breath and convincing himself that he can still go on and fight for his family. He lets out a grimace of pain when his head, back and shoulders suddenly give him a cocktail of electric pangs, reminding him of the injury they suffered. With a hazy vision, he squints at the other players and finally catches Jeric’s razor-sharp glare.
Though wobbly and light-headed, Ryan managed to get out after trapping Cristina with his glass. One on one, Cristina didn’t stand a chance, and Jeric felt wronged and embarrassed as he witnessed the whole process. With Ryan outside, the shards of glass littered all over the battle field disappeared.
A hand on his bleeding head, Ryan glares back at Jeric in a deadlock as if yelling BRING IT ON! His blood simmers as he remembers how Jeric made things hard for him. But before all hell can break loose, Victor intervenes and orders the survivors to stay put and relax.
With clenched teeth and balled fists, Jeric redirects his gaze at the situation inside the enclosure. Jennifer, Joriz and Joshua do the same, hearts thumping in fear and suspense. Inside, Cristina manages to reach the corner on her right while shakily walking with her back pressing against the glass wall. Shaira and Vincent, on the other hand, pace toward the nearest corner, cautious and edgy.
“She’s dangerous,” Shaira tells Vincent. “Don’t underestimate her.”
“But she can’t use her power,” Vincent says. “She can’t kill us if she wants to live.”
“You don’t know that. Don’t rush things, okay? And be glad I’m on your side.”
“Because you like me?”
“What the hell? This is NOT the time for your stupidity! And don’t look at me like that.”
“What?”
“Just… look away and focus on Cristina, okay?”
“I’ll lend you my shorts if you want.”
“It won’t make any difference. It will vanish if I wear it.”
“Oh. Too bad.”
“And if I use my power, my shirt will be sacrificed next. It’s too short now, as you can see.”
“Not the pink underwear?”
“I hope so....
The dark, bizarre jungle of trees exhales a cold gust of wind, wafting a stale, eerie scent that quickly shrouds the players outside the glass enclosure. Ryan breathes in the old, misty air like a costly prize for another job well done. He shakily slumps to the ground, blankly staring at the lush trees and ferns dimly illuminated by the torches. All he cares about at the moment is catching his breath and convincing himself that he can still go on and fight for his family. He lets out a grimace of pain when his head, back and shoulders suddenly give him a cocktail of electric pangs, reminding him of the injury they suffered. With a hazy vision, he squints at the other players and finally catches Jeric’s razor-sharp glare.
Though wobbly and light-headed, Ryan managed to get out after trapping Cristina with his glass. One on one, Cristina didn’t stand a chance, and Jeric felt wronged and embarrassed as he witnessed the whole process. With Ryan outside, the shards of glass littered all over the battle field disappeared.
A hand on his bleeding head, Ryan glares back at Jeric in a deadlock as if yelling BRING IT ON! His blood simmers as he remembers how Jeric made things hard for him. But before all hell can break loose, Victor intervenes and orders the survivors to stay put and relax.
With clenched teeth and balled fists, Jeric redirects his gaze at the situation inside the enclosure. Jennifer, Joriz and Joshua do the same, hearts thumping in fear and suspense. Inside, Cristina manages to reach the corner on her right while shakily walking with her back pressing against the glass wall. Shaira and Vincent, on the other hand, pace toward the nearest corner, cautious and edgy.
“She’s dangerous,” Shaira tells Vincent. “Don’t underestimate her.”
“But she can’t use her power,” Vincent says. “She can’t kill us if she wants to live.”
“You don’t know that. Don’t rush things, okay? And be glad I’m on your side.”
“Because you like me?”
“What the hell? This is NOT the time for your stupidity! And don’t look at me like that.”
“What?”
“Just… look away and focus on Cristina, okay?”
“I’ll lend you my shorts if you want.”
“It won’t make any difference. It will vanish if I wear it.”
“Oh. Too bad.”
“And if I use my power, my shirt will be sacrificed next. It’s too short now, as you can see.”
“Not the pink underwear?”
“I hope so....
