The Most Horrible Hangover in Existence

[Nadir*]

(Starting Point for PRP4: Perdomo,Cesar )

Cesar groggily brushed his eyes. Oh, damn it! He hadn´t felt so bad on a long time. Must have been something that he had smoked, probably. Fuck, you couldn´t even trust your usual dealers nowadays. Not even when they where family.

What was the last thing he remembered? Something about a studio. An audience cheering. People getting scared. Gas.

Then his eyes snapped open, when the truth dawned upon him. No, it couldnt be. No, it had to be a joke. He had to be dreaming. He had to...

He looked around him. He was on an open field. There wasn´t anybody around him, although he could hear the sound of somebody talking in the distance. But he was sure that he was not going to investigate that.

Joder, las reglas ¿cuales eran las reglas?

Allright, the first rule was to wear your bandana. Or else they would pop your head off. He quickly rummaged through his assigned backpack. Quickly making an inventory of everything. Rations. First aid kit. Weapon. Where the fuck was the weapon?

Oh... there it was. He didn´t even felt like being dissapointed. He knew that there was no way he was going to pick up a gun the first time round.

Oh, yeah, the bandana, there it was! Well, allright, put it on where they can see it. Smile. Feel the audience. You are on camera, amigo. Don´t forget it.

He put it round his head, where it was visible for everyone to see. As he finished of putting it, he began to look around him, looking for any cameras, for any mics, so they could see he had followed the first rule.

"Allright" he said "Look, Im wearing it, allright? Im following the rules, allright?"

Allright. There was one rule. What was the other one? The game was organized in teams. What team he was in? Red, Green, Blue, Purple... ah, yeah! That was the colour of his bandana, definetily purple, then. Allright, now calm down. All that he had to do was finding out who were his teammates, teaming up with then, and then...

And then kill everyone else, right?

He grimaced at the thought. There had to be another way out. It had to. How come people played this game anyway? Well, he had no time to thinking about this. Not now, and certainly not in the few next hours. He had to keep himself alert.

Damn, I just hope... I just hope that she is on my team. Because if she isn´t...

No! He didn´t have time to think about that. He had to keep himself cool, calm, collected, competent. All the good words that began with the "C" letter.

Well, he had to find whoever his teammates where. And then... and then he would have all the time of the world to think about the moral implications of killing people to survive. Because, let´s admit it, he had a febreeze for a weapon. It was clear that he was not going to damage to anyone. So, the rule about killing ten people and getting out of here was not available for him.

Unless...

No, unless nothing. Cut it out. Bury it in your head. Where it can´t hurt you. Yeah, that´s right.

He set off, somewhat valiantly, somewhat undecided of where he was going. But anyway, he decided that he would check his map along the way.

(Cesar Perdomo, continued on Integrity )