((Cesar Perdomo, continued from The Nightmare Begins).
Cesar was relaxed. Yeah, actually very relaxed. Like he didn´t have a care on the world. He was just laying down, on the bed of his big hotel room. Actually, he thought he could spend the day there until the announcement came. Or until his teammates found him. Whatever happened first.
He began to regret his decisions on leaving Tristan and Jazsmine at the tar pits. Lonelinnes had been taking a very heavy toll on him, and he was well aware of it. His "botched suicide" at the beach had only been a proof of it. He needed to rest. He needed to think clearly. Well, he already had taken the decision tu survive. That was good. Now he only had to find out who his teammates were and where the hell they were.
Other than that, life on this crappy shithole was running smooth.
He had checked the room telephone, and the reception telephone. Lines were cut, which was not surprising at all. He had decided one of the fourth floor rooms to enter and rest. The room actually had a magnificent view, and the balcony actually served as a sort of watchtower for him. In the last hour and half he had seen several of the other participants running around the area, but so far no one had dared to venture inside the hotel. However, it was clear as crystal that he was not the first participant to dwell in this place, so it was not a safe haven at all. He had found a couple of rooms trashed, while most of them were basically impolute. So it was probable that someone had used the hotel as a shelter before him.
Well, they better not come back... because if they do, I will know
He had been arming himself. In his pockets, he was now carrying glass shards, from a mirror he had broken in the toilet at reception. Seven years of bad luck, he had recalled grimly. Well, he was lucky if he was going to last seven hours more... he had picked the biggest shards, the ones who were more easly handled, and had stuffed it into his pocket. He had been practised for getting it out as quickly as he could, in case someone cornered him. He could be able to slash someone´s carotid with that. People would better be careful.
He had been nervous that the mirror had made an awful lot of noise. He looked around nervously. Didn´t want anyone sneaking up on him before he had armed himself.
So... the scissors for the first aid kit in one pocket, the glass shards in other. Yeah, definetly, some real big weapons...
He knew they were shit, but at least that was probably better than nothing. Besides, if people came around, and he told them that his weapon was just a can of febreeze, then their guard would be let down. They would underestimate him. Of course he would not attack. Not at first, at least. But if somebody tried to turn on him, to kill him... then it didn´t matter they were on his team or not. They were in for a world of pain.
He just chilled out, relaxed, and let sleep slowly and progressively make its way into his nervous system.
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The announcement came, clear and sharp, as a knife twisting into someone´s flesh. He never had really intended to fall asleep, he was in the sort of state that some people might call "resting awake". The metallic words pierced the air around him, entering in his eardrums, resonating into them. Giving him some sort of important information.
It was a man´s voice. Someone called Leo. He could recall that name, having heard it sometimes on TV, or read about it on the Internet. He was one of the hosts. A little bastard whose living was earnt by making comments about how kids gutted each other for an audience with bloodlust. Talk about earning an honest living
Well, the first news were that someone has already fallen. Anthony Rollins. Cesar actually felt the imperious need to throw up. He had known the guy. He felt more shocked, however, when his murderer´s name sounded through the air.
Karen Ruiz.
¿Que coño...?
He knew the girl, of course. In fact, he remembered one episode particularly where they have been paired in a History class project, and the jocks at the classroom had started to crack jokes at their expense, at how they were "such a nice couple", "I can almost picture their kids... silent and potheads...". Cesar actually thought that Karen was cute, but unfortunately, most times he asked her something, even mundane things related to schoolwork, most of Karen´s answers were either "yes", "no", or maybe a random "maybe" to spice things up.
Well, yeah, definetily, a cute couple...
The encounter had left Cesar with the impression that Karen was an individual permanently scared of something. He couldn´t picture the cause, but he could tell that Karen was not exactly the healthiest of individuals. And the fact that she had been the first person on the island to take a life actually proved it.
Tengo que tener cuidado si me encuentro con ella...
He had to be careful if he encountered her. The guy on the speakers didn´t speak about her team, her affiliations, her whatever. She could perfectly be a teammate, but probabilities could be very scarce. And the fact that she had killed one of her own schoolmates, as opposed as one of the students of the other school, showed her commitment to the game. She was a force not to be taken lightly, and Cesar would make good note of that.
And then, the Danger Zones.
And he was standing right in one of them.
His heartbeat began to increase, his sweat began to pour. Oh. Holy. Crap.
He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Opened the door of the room as fast as he could. Ran through the desert hallway. Climbed down through the four flights of stairs that separated him from his safety. Passed like a thunder through the reception area, the furniture and an old computer being the only witnesses to his fleeing act. Slammed open the door to the outside area. It was already night. The stars were brighting, showing him the way. He had to be careful where he stepped. He didn´t want to trip and fall into the swimming pool. He could break his legs and then be stranded there.
He briefly patted his pockets. The scissors were there. Also, the glass shards. His weapons were ready. He had to find a safe place.
And then, he was going to find his teammates.
((Cesar Perdomo, continued in The Walking Dead))
It was a man´s voice. Someone called Leo. He could recall that name, having heard it sometimes on TV, or read about it on the Internet. He was one of the hosts. A little bastard whose living was earnt by making comments about how kids gutted each other for an audience with bloodlust. Talk about earning an honest living
Well, the first news were that someone has already fallen. Anthony Rollins. Cesar actually felt the imperious need to throw up. He had known the guy. He felt more shocked, however, when his murderer´s name sounded through the air.
Karen Ruiz.
¿Que coño...?
He knew the girl, of course. In fact, he remembered one episode particularly where they have been paired in a History class project, and the jocks at the classroom had started to crack jokes at their expense, at how they were "such a nice couple", "I can almost picture their kids... silent and potheads...". Cesar actually thought that Karen was cute, but unfortunately, most times he asked her something, even mundane things related to schoolwork, most of Karen´s answers were either "yes", "no", or maybe a random "maybe" to spice things up.
Well, yeah, definetily, a cute couple...
The encounter had left Cesar with the impression that Karen was an individual permanently scared of something. He couldn´t picture the cause, but he could tell that Karen was not exactly the healthiest of individuals. And the fact that she had been the first person on the island to take a life actually proved it.
Tengo que tener cuidado si me encuentro con ella...
He had to be careful if he encountered her. The guy on the speakers didn´t speak about her team, her affiliations, her whatever. She could perfectly be a teammate, but probabilities could be very scarce. And the fact that she had killed one of her own schoolmates, as opposed as one of the students of the other school, showed her commitment to the game. She was a force not to be taken lightly, and Cesar would make good note of that.
And then, the Danger Zones.
And he was standing right in one of them.
His heartbeat began to increase, his sweat began to pour. Oh. Holy. Crap.
He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Opened the door of the room as fast as he could. Ran through the desert hallway. Climbed down through the four flights of stairs that separated him from his safety. Passed like a thunder through the reception area, the furniture and an old computer being the only witnesses to his fleeing act. Slammed open the door to the outside area. It was already night. The stars were brighting, showing him the way. He had to be careful where he stepped. He didn´t want to trip and fall into the swimming pool. He could break his legs and then be stranded there.
He briefly patted his pockets. The scissors were there. Also, the glass shards. His weapons were ready. He had to find a safe place.
And then, he was going to find his teammates.
((Cesar Perdomo, continued in The Walking Dead))
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