Lockdown (Picture Day book 2; an II fanfic)

"What's One More?"

Soap carefully made her way down the bleachers, careful not to accidentally wake anyone up as she maneuvered around them.

OJ had suggested they try to maintain a steady sleep schedule, even if they couldn’t tell whether it was night or day.

Soap couldn’t sleep though.

She needed some time to think.

Eventually she made it to the floor and walked to the side of the bleachers, sliding down against the wall by the drinking fountain.

At least the people there wouldn’t die of dehydration.

Soap was only now realizing how hungry she was.

The others were probably just as hungry.

How many days had it been since they had all eaten?

Soap was unsure. She had lost complete track of time.

She heard somewhere that losing track of time can lead to neuropsychiatric disorders.

Hopefully that wouldn’t happen to anyone any time soon.

Soap rubbed her head. She had a slight headache from eye strain after staring in the dark for so long.

Lightbulb didn’t have to deal with that, at least.

Stupid headache. Stupid gym. Stupid hunger.

Being held captive sure can cause some extreme pessimism. At least for Soap it sure did. But, how could anyone not be pessimistic in a situation like this?

She leaned back and shut her eyes.

After a bit of silence, she heard footsteps.

She opened her eyes and…

Soap nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Cobs standing just inches in front of her with a sly grin on his face.

Well, still with MePhone’s body, but it was still Cobs, nonetheless.

She was too shocked to even scream, so she just sat there, frozen.

Soap hadn’t seen him in… well, she thought at least a few days.

“No need to act like you’ve seen a ghost!” Cobs grinned and laughed a bit.

Soap mustered up the courage to speak.

“If you’re going to kill me- j-just do it now.” She said sternly, but with an obvious hint of terror.

“Kill you? Why would I need to do that? It seems you all have already done that job for me.” Cobs gestured to Mic’s body which was perfectly in view from where Soap was sitting.

Soap tensed up at that comment, her heart dropped.

You sick monster…

How can he even make a joke like that. Doesn’t he have any emotion?

Cobs chuckled.

“You know, you must be pretty angry at whoever caused that. Infuriated even.” He said, turning to look at the body.

Soap hated to agree with him but… he was right. She was angry.

“Why do you care?” She had a threatening tone in her voice.

There was a short pause from Cobs before he turned back to look at her.

“What I’m trying to say is… what’s one more?”

He had a smirk on his face.

‘What’s one more?’ What is he talking about?