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Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out and no no no no no no no no no.

((B013: Begin))

Alvaro Vacanti sat up. Or rather sat up straight, given that he had woken up in an armchair. He looked around. Bedroom. Queen size. Shelf, table, and door. Bag at his feet with his name on it. His. He reached down, fumbling with the zipper as he pulled it open and looked inside. Food, map, book, money, first aid kit, and compass. One of those things wasn’t like the others but he didn’t really notice it. He looked up again. In the opposite corner of the room there was a door. Wooden, brown, closed. Maybe locked but he couldn’t check whether it was from here. Regardless of whether or not it was or not he at least had a little bit of time, so he stood up, looked around again to see if there was anything or anyone that he hadn’t been able to see before.

He finished checking. Nothing. No-one. He was alone. That gave him a little time to think, at the very least.

Okay, thinking. Where was he? In a bedroom, on an island somewhere. Why was he here? Because he was on Survival of the Fittest.

He was on Survival of the Fittest.

He could feel the tears beginning to go down his face. He could feel his hands shaking. It was true, he was on Survival of the Fittest. He was in a bedroom on an island and there was a collar around his neck and that teacher had actually been shot and everyone was right outside that door likely already killing each other and he was right here and his hands were shaking and he was crying. No. No. No. He was here and there was likely someone right outside that door with a gun or a sword just waiting to come in and kill him and he knew that that wasn’t true and he knew he was being paranoid but he knew that it was true and it was going further down and further down and further down and it was Lily and it was Isaac and it was Min-jae and they were placing their hand around the knob and they were coming in and he was going to-

Wait. Weapon. He forgot about something. The man on the stage said that he got a weapon, right?

He turned around and tore towards his bag again. He pulled it open, taking objects out and placing them aside so he could look through it easier. Food, map, book, first aid kit, flashlight, compass.

Money.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe in, breathe out.

He needed to breathe but he couldn’t because he was on a bedroom on an island and he was on Survival of the Fittest and there was probably someone right outside that door and the weapon that he was given was absolutely worthless and he was crying and his hands were shaking and why was he here and he couldn’t breathe and he was going to die and the cameras were watching him and

No. No. Think. Think. He wasn’t going to get anywhere unless he just sat down and thought about this. He was on an island and the only way to get off of it was to kill everyone else. Wait, no, that wasn’t what the man on the stage said. He said that to get off he had to be the last one left alive. He could do that. Maybe. He didn’t know. The man on the stage said that to help him he’d get a weapon. That was the money. Worthless.

He took a breath. In, out. He could live without it. He stood up. He played soccer. He was athletic. He could fight if he needed to but wait no no no no no no no why would he do that? Wait, he could run away. He was fast. He could use his legs. He could run and he could find someone who cared about him like Lily or Oskar or Barry and maybe he could talk to them and they could help him and maybe they could figure out a way off of here. They were smart. He was smart. They could do that.

They could. He could. He could breathe. In, out. Clear, reaching the bottom of his throat. He could do this. He was going to be okay.



He remembered back to what the man on the stage said. Take a look to the person on your right. They could try to kill you. Take a look to the person on the left, you might have to kill them to stay alive.

No. This wasn’t going to be okay for him. There were people who hated him like Isaac and Min-Jae and they were going to try and kill him and if he ran to Lily or Oskar or Barry they were just going to stab him in the back and no, he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t trust them. He could only trust himself. He could only trust himself but he didn’t know what to do and someone was going to enter the door and he was going to die here.

Wait. Think. He needed to think. He needed to get out of here. If everyone had already started killing each other then he had to move so that they couldn’t find him. He didn’t know what he was going to do after but maybe something would happen and he could think about what to do then. He could trust himself. This was a good plan. He kneeled down again, picking up the contents of his bag off the floor and putting them back in. Compass, flashlight, first aid kit, book, map, food.

He stood up again, slowly walking to the door.

Breathe in, breathe out.

And once he was ready, he wrapped his hand around the knob and opened the door.
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