You all had served time in prison for whatever reason. Most of you didn’t share willingly; the tapes did for you. Your little games: to test your strength and will to survive. You haven’t had your game yet, and you might not have one. But Xavier and others have; Xavier had to dive into a pit of needles, but decided not too and throw someone else in there for him, Amanda.

Of course people thought his “macho man” way of getting through this; with brute strength was inhumane and not the right way. But on the other hand no one dared stopped him; Because he was the only one getting actual things done. Everyone else cowered and cried in the corner, and he had enough of everyone slowing him down, so he ran off.

While he had ran off, he came back into the room you all started in. And thought back to the tape player; and what it said. The code was on the back of everyone’s mind. Which caused him to look over the neck of Gus, the dead body of the first victim.

He looked into the wall in front of him as he sat on the ground; legs sprawled o behind him; hands propping his upper half up; knife in hand and blood already splattered over his grey, sleeveless shirt and gray sweatpants, even some on his face.

So the code for the vault of antidote in the main room, to save them from the toxic nerve gas flooding their veins was on the back of everyone’s neck? He clutched the knife a little harder. Until you walked in the room; stumbling from the gas too.

You had been in the same jail as he had; he was pretty sure he only caught glimpses of you. You used to be angry and snappy like he did; but you seemed to mellow down now; stopping him from picking and beating on the weaker people here. Damn he wish he could punch that handsome face of yours in.

Xavier was wondering what to do. Should he take the numbers by force or ask nicely? One fit Xavier more.