On the grounds of an old hospital located in the swamp, the survivors that had been placed into the arena had been completely split up. It was terrifying here. Dark. Old, and dreary... and as Nathaniel walked the corridors of one of the long, darkened hallways, he swore the shadows on the walls themselves were moving about.

Clutching his holy book tighter to his chest, he only prayed for his safety, and the safety of the others currently locked in here with the madman hunting them. Nathaniel had to survive. For his little twin brother, he had to survive, no matter the cost. No matter the cost...

Then, he suddenly stopped, his boots planted firm on the decaying stone floor as he heard a noise from a nearby room. Hesitantly, Nathaniel approached, and called out in a wary, but gentle tone. "Hello? Is someone there?"