Survivor

26 > "What the fuck do you have indicators for you shit head?" ~Armella

Spirits were high as we exited the concrete built room where we spent the last half an hour to 45 minutes paintballing. Or should I say my team's spirits were high, the others...not so much.

We returned to the room full of gear and left everything we had used in it's respective places before making our way to the front desk where a TV screen sat with our points on display.

Blue team: 100 points
Green team: 86 points
Red team: 79 points

"Whoop!" Valentino cheered behind me and I turned around to high five him. A round of congratulations went through our team as the boys bro hugged each other and I got high-fives, hugs and my hair ruffled by non other than Adriano. I let him be just this once.

"Puffo," I called Ricardo ready to get revenge for his earlier statement about girls. "You should've taken this girl on your team. Maybe your loss wouldn't have been that great."

From the other side of the room Armella snickered. "I say my aim was on point today, don't you think so brother?"

"Yeah yeah, rub it in." He grumbled sullenly as he stared at the 79 points on the illuminated screen that sealed his fate. Behind him Matteo was grumbling about their team's 14 point loss.

Apparently our win was a fluke that 'isn't even that grand. Who wants to win by 14 points only?'

Sore losers, I thought rolling my eyes. My eyes met Enrico's from across the room as he shook his head hearing the boys complaints. When he saw me looking at him, he wagged a finger in my direction as if to say 'i'll get you back' and I responded with a full blown grin of my own.

Rilling up your siblings is fun.

"Oh boo hoo little brother. Go cry yourself a river, build a bridge and get over it." Emiliano told Matteo who was still whining.

"As for the rest of you losers," he continued. "Toughen up! Oh and you owe the winning team ice cream." He added in smirking when the sound of their protests reached his ears.

"Alright alright, now that you animals are done peeing on your territory, can we get going?" I asked sounding bored after having watched them go at each for a good 5 minutes.

5 minutes standing in the way of me getting to sleep.

Immediately they all turned to me, glaring rather harshly.

"That was rude," someone grumbled from the back but I couldn't care less.

"Well it did get you all to shut up, didn't it?" Armella asked from my side.

It's nice having a fellow female around in a room full of testosterone.

I looked at them pointedly and made a shooing gesture and soon everyone began dragging themselves towards the exit, the nicer ones amongst the group saying a quick 'thank you' to John.

I admit, I am apart of the former not nice group. All I wanted right then was a good hot shower to get rid of the slight ache that lingered where I had been shot. Then I'd stop by to pick up my manners.

The cold air blew harshly outside, stormy clouds covering the sky. Compared to the bright day it had been when we walked in earlier, the world was now dull and grey.

We walked to the car the boys jostling each other and simply enjoying each other's company. It was nice to see everyone having a good time, even if they were throwing insults at each other. You could see the happiness in their eyes no matter how much they tried to deny it.

The smile disappeared from my face when the air became chillier, and I felt a weird pit form in my stomach.

That wasn't from the cold. I glanced around the somewhat abandoned parking lot, feeling relatively uneasy. Something felt off, something was wrong.