I feel like an absolute fool. How could I have let my guard down, even for a moment?I knew we were in the heart of enemy territory, with danger lurking around every corner, yet I still managed to doze off. But I was just so exhausted from everything that's been happening. I didn't mean to fall asleep, Everett had refused to tell us anything, no matter how many times we asked her what her plans were. The girl barely paid us any mind, absolutely infuriating.Thankfully, I was only out for a few minutes. I slowly make my way to the room where Zane is being held. I need answers from him - why did he betray us? Was he ever really on our side, or was he playing us the whole time?I need to stay alert and focused. There's too much at stake. As I walk back towards the room, a tiny part of me can't help but feel embarrassed and ashamed. Ethan and Valerie had seen me in that vulnerable state, and I was not too fond of them thinking I was weak or incapable. We're all under immense stress,

I move the spies to another room with the camera too open for comfort.The group of teens are a bit reticent, but they follow my orders without any complaints. As the last of the spies is ushered into the new hidden room we found, I take a step back and survey the scene. Our new prisoners are glaring at us, their expressions a mix of anger and fear, but I feel no remorse. Zane sits at the other end of the room, far away from the others, his eyes never leaving his knees where he's curled up. As for Everett, she sits by the far wall, her eyes unreadable as they survey new quarters.She suddenly meets my eyes, her brow quirking.Looking away, I clear my throat, pining the grumbling traitors with a glare. They brought this upon themselves by infiltrating our class and threatening our lives."You can't keep us here forever," one of the bolder spies snarls, his hands clenched into fists. "The Principal will find us, and then you'll all be sorry."I lock eyes with the man, my gaze unwaverin

As I follow closely behind Chris, my mind races with questions. Why is he leading us back to the rooms where we had hidden the spies we captured? A sense of unease settles in the pit of my stomach.Just what is Chris planning?"Chris, why are we going back here?" I ask, my voice laced with suspicion. I look around the deserted hallway, my heart beginning to pound, "What are you doing?"Chris glances over his shoulder, a bright glint in his eye. "This might be where we can get the information we need, Ande," he replies cryptically.My eyes widen at his words, and I can't help but feel a surge of hope. "What? You mean..."Without another word, Chris pushes open the door to the room where we had left the spies. As he steps inside, I see him emerge moments later, Zane's elbow firmly in his grasp.Zane looks bewildered, tugging at his arm and glaring at Chris. "What the hell are you doing, Chris?" he demands, his voice laced with disbelief.Chris ignores Zane's protests and continues to d

It's quiet that night.As the day winds down, we're each granted one final meal before the games begin. As we all head to the cafeteria, a sense of unease settles over me. The stakes are so high, and I can't shake the feeling that something could go wrong. Suddenly, Chris clears his throat, drawing my attention to him."Ande," he says, his voice casual. "I've been thinking, and I don't think I'm the right person to lead us. The responsibility is too great, and I don't want to risk making a mistake that could cost us everything."I feel a surge of dread in my chest. While I'm not too fond of this, the thought of someone else leading our team makes me uneasy."Then… who's going to lead?" I whisper."Zane should take on the team leader role," Chris replies. "He's one of the top-scoring players, and I believe he has the strategic mind we need to win this. This is a chance for him to prove himself."I shrug, my lips twisting into a frown, "if you are sure about this… It's your choice," I

I follow Dale as he leads me away from the others, my mind racing with questions. What could he possibly want to talk to me about? We walk silently for a moment before Dale stops and turns to face me. He surveys me coolly, his gaze calculating. "You know, Andy, I'm impressed," he says finally. "You and your team put up a good fight out there." I resist the urge to react, instead keeping my gaze steady. "What are you saying, Dale?" I ask, already knowing the answer. "I sabotaged the game," he says bluntly, a twisted smile spreading across his face. "I had to make sure my team came out on top, you know. Nothing personal." I take a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. "I figured as much," I admit, my voice is calm and even. "But why, Dale? Why would you do something like that?" He shrugs, the casual gesture infuriating me. "This is a game of survival, Ande," he says, his voice low and serious. "And I'll do whatever it takes to come out on top." My hands clench into fists at my