“What if we can’t…” Erik muttered hopelessly, “They said they would pick someone at random if we all tie again. We can’t just vote ourselves and expect to end up okay,” Erik wrapped his arms around himself, pacing, “I don’t want to die.”
Sage hugged her knees, eyes clenched shut. "No… I like all of you. I can't do this," she said quietly. She felt near tears. The girl longed to go home, but couldn't bear to if she knew these people died in front of her.
Sebastian shrugged.
“What happens if we just try to do some demo on this house to get out instead of sitting around? I’m sure if we break down some of the outermost walls, we’d have to find the way out eventually.”
“But how would we break down the walls?” Maggie asked, trying to be logical again. “It’s not like whoever trapped us here gave us sledgehammers or anything.”
“We don’t need sledgehammers to break through plain old wall, though the exterior might be tougher. Have you never accidentally put a hole in the wall?” Sebastian asked, “Besides, if I die, it certainly won’t be for lack of trying.”
”if this is a house or buildings there's no way we could get through the exterior. Wed be waiting time. But if we made weapons. When whoever took us comes in here to well you know we can track him, ” He rambles walking around the room.
“Weapons aren’t going to help,” Sebastian said, “but if you really think so, you can try. They want to come in here and kill us, it’s not like they’ll use their bare hands or a knife.”
We’re going to die. Erik’s pulse quickened, which only made him pace faster. He began to start feeling nauseous. “Even if we manage to break through a few walls, I doubt they’ll let us just leave. They might just kill us out of spite,” Erik said, his panic clear in each word.
Maggie bit her lip. How would they possibly survive this? There had to be a way out. They had to find it. They had to, or they were toast. “Maybe we could trick our kidnapper? Make them think we’ve escaped or something so that when they’re busy looking for us, we can escape for real?”
“We can’t trick them, we can’t escape, we can’t- we can’t-“ Erik tried to calm his breathing, he really did, but it was no use. He managed to walk himself out of the room before the others could see him panic anymore, just walking down the hall and hoping no one followed.
Sage was now shaking as she pulled her legs closer to her chest until it was almost hard to breathe. She wasn't ready to die. Not yet. She wanted to graduate and make a future for herself. She wanted a family. She wanted to be anywhere but where she was. But none of the others deserved to die either. Not sweet Maggie. Not optimistic Daso. None of them. Her thoughts kept playing loudly in her mind, enough to make the rest of the group sound as if they were on dry land and she was the one sinking deeper and deeper into the ocean.
Maggie looked around at the people she had just met. She didn’t know how she would possibly choose. It felt like she was being ripped open and all of her emotions were spilling out. Her eyes felt the sting of oncoming tears yet again. No, not again, she pleaded silently, though she knew crying in front of the others was the least of her worries. What if she died and never got to tell her family how she loved them? She wanted desperately to hug her brother and sister one last time, to tell her mom she loved her. And her friends. What would they think? How would they react when they found out she had disappeared? She wanted to cry until she couldn’t cry anymore.
But instead of doing that, she considered what little options they had left. If there was a way out, she would find it. But nothing was coming to her. She glanced at Daso, wondering if he could come up with anything. She pushed herself harder. Maybe if she thought hard enough she could find a way out.
“We have to think of something,” she pleaded, to herself as much as anyone else. “There’s still hope. We can’t just die like this…”
“Right,” Sebastian said, “We can’t give up now. We have a whole day to figure this out. It’s fine. I’m still pretty convinced it’s some sick sort of joke.”