Wolves of Entertainment

2:00 p.m.

We hastily left the room and ran down the hallway, immediately feeling my heart go into overdrive. Is this it? Has the game really begun?

We followed the scream into a room where everyone else was at. Destiny was on the floor shaking and seizing while Desire screamed in a fetal position at the corner. Daniel pulled her up. I ran, knelt down next to Destiny, rolled her on her side, and waited for the convulsions to stop. I took off my suit jacket, folded it, and placed it beneath her head.

"Does she have epilepsy?" I asked.

"No, no, she doesn't," Desire barely managed to reply.

"Any problems with blood sugar? What about a tumor, or an infection? Anything?" She shook her head to everything. The seizure gradually stopped. A small trail of blood ran down from her nose and her ears, some vomit coming from her mouth. Then, her eyes rolled back in her head; that wasn't a good sign. I quickly checked her pulse and found nothing. I started chest compressions right away. "Get her out of here," I instructed Daniel, but he didn't move. "Now!" He quickly ushered her away and the others followed. I alternated giving her breaths with compressions until my shoulders burned and sweat poured down my head. I kept going and going, checking for signs of life, but to no avail. After five minutes, I slowed. A thought crossed my mind.

Has the game really started now?

It went against my oath as a doctor and a human, but if the rules are the rules, this might work to our advantage. "This isn't a bad thing," I whispered to myself. I stopped compressions, stood, removed my suit jacket from under her and laid it over her face. There was a small part of me that felt bad, knowing that I could've kept trying. But would it be worth it? To keep going? It was one less person to worry about, but an even bigger worry came – the wolves have begun to move.

Before leaving to tell the others, I looked around the room and saw the rules written out on a wall to my left. On my right was an ancient television, one of the ones where you had to turn a knob to change the channel, on top of a frail wooden table and below it was the radio. I stepped out of the room and shut the door behind me. Daniel and Brian were waiting for me outside.

"What happened?" Brian asked. I looked at him and shook my head. "Shit."

I can hear the rest of them having a conversation across the hallway as we walked. "Maybe she injected some bad shit last night, I don't know," this came from Desire. She paced in front of my cousins. "She took drugs every now and then, but I know she never takes enough to not know what she's doing, let alone overdose. And it's the following day, too. No way would she would've overdosed a day after. Oh, what am I saying? It couldn't have been drugs."

"You had nothing to do with it? Nada?" Roberto asked.

"No, I didn't! How could you even ask that? She was my fucking sister," she sobbed. When I turned the corner, they stopped talking. Desire smiled and looked into my eyes with hope. I choked for a moment; no matter how many times I've given bad news like this before, it was never easy. It's something I never got used to.

"I'm sorry," was all I could muster to say. She went silent and fell to her knees, erupting with cries of sorrow. It took an eternity for her to stop, for the noise to subside to sniffs and moans. All the while we stayed quiet, letting her grieve. What in the world happened in there anyways?

After some time, she stood and walked slowly down the hall. We all followed behind her, keeping a safe distance, to make sure she wouldn't do anything crazy. She stopped at the door and tried the knob. To my surprise, it didn't turn.

"Did you lock it?" she called down the hall in between her sobs.

"No," I replied.

"Well, someone did. It's fucking locked," her cries started again. "Why is it locked? I can't even go see her. This isn't fair!" She started pounding on the door, then the glass. Finally, she backed away and returned to us.