The Adaptive Game

"PLAYING DOCTOR"

- David

Everyone promptly walks out of the Tug of War room, but I stay behind.

Why? Because a guard told me to.

"Player 555, follow me."

There's an elevator going down this time - and it goes down to where all the losing teams fell.

"What do I do?"

"Clean up."

"I'm not a janitor. I know even less about being a mortician."

"Our sources state you work as a surgeon in Detroit. We need you to clean up, as in extract important body parts to use for a future game."

"What? What body parts?..."

"Come down."

"So, what's for lunch today?"

"..."

"How much are you guys getting paid?"

"..."

"What are those cool masks for?"

"..."

"Where do you guys go sleep?"

"SHUT. UP."

"Huh?"

"SHUT. THE FUCK. UP. THANK YOU."

"He must be having a bad day, huh guys? Haha."

The other guards don't say anything.

"Alright then, let's get to work."

We all step out of the elevator. There are bodies on the ground everywhere.

One of them is Vector.

"Oh my god..."

Vector just barely opens his eyes. His legs are completely broken.

"He's still alive! We gotta help him!"

One of the guards walks up to Vector and shoots him in the head.

"Incompatible with life..."

"Player 555, please take the scalpel and take out all of the ankle bones from each corpse."

"Ankle bones? Why those?"

"Do it, 555."

"Alright, alright I'm going."

Taking off Vector's shoes, I make an incision and get to work.

I can't come to a conclusion why they want me playing doctor.