Playing God

Chapter 2 All In

The entire bunker is quiet today, we all know four people are going to die for nothing. The last traces of humanity being killed for nothing. I head to the bathroom knowing I won't be one of them, I've spent so much time here I don't want to leave. It's been a few days since the announcement. I bury my face into my pillows hoping something exciting will happen soon. There isn't much to do here but wait.
A loud knock startles me out of bed. Quinton walks in laughing, "Did I scare you?" He comments in a mocking voice. I know he's joking around but at a time like this, it's not appropriate. "Let's go, it's time!" He declares.
"Time for what?" I ask, "The drawing isn't until tomorrow."
He whispers to me, "I found a way to earn easy money."
I don't know what he's up to but I know he needs money. I'm fine on the subject but he has an entire family to support here. You get money from doing your job, kids can't work though. No money no luck, so who can make it easy if it's so needed?
Quinton and I walk down the halls our footsteps echoing. We walk into the empty cafeteria. "What's in here that we could make money off of?"'I question, "We aren't going to steal are we?"
"No! Stealing is punishable by banishment from the bunker." He snaps back. This is Quintons bad side. I never like it when he results to it. We walk to the only janitors closet in the building and open the door. I was expecting a small cramped room, but instead I saw a large room filled with people, gamblers. The room was filled cleaning supplies, all pushed away of course. Even the janitors themselves are here. They welcome us in and we sit down at a table.
I try not to talk as Quinton gambles. He's making good money at first, I'm trying to catch on but before I do, Quinton goes all in. I nudge him, "What the hell are you doing?"
"I feel lucky!" He replies and continues playing. He throws down his three kings. But the man sitting right across from him stops, jaw wide open. He drops his cards, a pair of tens and three jacks. Full house. Quinton begins to clench his fists, I grab his arm. He immediately throws my arm off and lunges at the man who punches him in the jaw. Quinton fights back and backhands the man to the floor then repeats to kick the man. Some people see and leave, I am one of them.
I see a few people run into the cafeteria, all in uniform. Someone ratted them out. I run back to my room and lay in my bed. Peeking at the clock it's 5:37 am, only four more hours until the drawing.
I have no one to talk to in my room, no one to tell what happened. I'm alone in my bunk, wishing for a future. It seems nothing fun can be done here, all because of our selfishness. I doze off but once again I'm startled awake by a loud knock, no a pounding. The door opens and I see a guard, "Time to go!" They announce. Looking at the time it's 9:50 am.
I get out of bed and walk to the auditorium. Matthew is back up on the podium, "Hello friends! I have good news, sad news, and bad news. The good news is we have two people who are willing to come! Their names are Quinton Donelly and Jace Reeve. The sad news is that Jace was in an unfortunate fight and is in the hospital right now. To fill his position Quintons bunk mate will be joining him. The bad news is that we still need one more person, and because no one will volunteer, we have picked the lucky contestant. He doesn't have a bunk mate so it all works out!" Before he can say anything. I stand up.