Carter sat behind Lalana, braiding her black hair into a French braid. "Did you see Sam?" Carter shook her head, snickering. "Girls built like a freaking body builder! If she gets into the finales with either of us, I wouldn't have a chance against her.." They tried to talk about it. To get their mind off what ever could be happening to the even numbered subjects.

"Also, what do you think is happening to them?" The inevitable question came out of Lalanas mouth. Carter went silent, sighing. She finished off the French braid, slapping it against her back. "Not sure. Honestly. I hope they are okay, though." Lalana knew that they weren't going to be safe. She crossed her arms close to her chest softly. "I'm worried especially about Zamira. She seemed to nice, and she treated me nice. You and her were the only ones who cared when I was panicking."

Carter ran a hand through Lalanas hair. "Yeah.. I kno-" She was quickly interrupted by the intercom turning on. "Oh God." They turned to the camera. "Subject 12-1, Bethany, has been eliminated from TSG."

Their faces went blank. "It won't be okay. They're gonna all die!" Lalana screeched. "Nono! It'll be fine! I promise!" Carter rushed.

***

Balancing on top of Bethany's body, Carmella put her hands on her hips proudly. She had sported a kill like she was in a Buckshot Roulette. Everyone else stared at her in disbelief. Noelle, huffing her chest, bear tackled Carmella off of Bethany. "Get off of her, you freak!"

With a thud against the needles, Carmella's back looked like a porcupine. They wrestled each other around, before she slowly stopped moving. Her body could only release that familiar, dark red liquid. It pooled over the needled floor. "Subject 8-2, Carmella, has been eliminated from TSG."

***

The announcement kept the horrified silence between Lalana and Carter. "I hope they're okay. The rest of them." She whispered.