Hunger Games: YouTuber edition

Twenty-Six

Mark

Mark opened his eyes as he was back in his room and he sat up. He immediately recalled what he had witnessed before he had somehow been knocked unconscious. He remembers seeing guards carrying Jack out of his room unconscious, as if he had been taken prisoner.

Mark immediately stood up and walked over to Jack's room, where two guards were standing outside of his door. As he approached the room, the guards blocked the door.

"This is a quarantined area." One of the guards stated.
"Quarantined?" Mark asked. "How?"
"The tribute from this room has fallen ill and has been transported to an isolated area until he recovers." The second guard explained. "We've been asked to keep everybody away from this area until farther notice."
Mark just stood there confused. "Uh-huh..."

Mark then slowly began walking away from the room and then went down the hallway, thinking once again about what he had seen before he was knocked out. It didn't look anything like Jack being sick. It looked as if Jack was being forced out of his room. Maybe they did some unknown tests on him and they found out something he doesn't know?

But either way, whatever reason the guards just gave him, he wasn't falling for it.

Dan

Dan was tied up, a cloth wrapped around his mouth and around the back of his hands on the chair. He was in pitch darkness for god knows how long, and he wanted to get out.

For hours now, Dan had been kicking the wall in front of him in hopes of somebody somehow responding.

Suddenly, he jolted as he heard the mechanical wall rolling down in front of him. As the brightness from the room overcame him, he was blinded for a few moments, but he could see a figure ahead of him.

As his vision cleared, his eyes widened as he saw Jack standing right in front of him.

Jack, the tribute from District 2.

"Dan?" Jack asked.

Dan could only nod.

Jack immediately went and untied the cloth around his mouth and on his hand. Dan then breathed loudly and moved his hands around because they were so numb.

"Jack..." Dan said. "What're you doing here?"
"Some weird shit is happening, Dan..." Jack responded. "That's all I can say."
"Yeah, no shit." Dan remarked. "I've been trapped in the dark for god knows how long."
"How are you alive?" Jack asked.
"I don't know." Dan shrugged. "All I remember was I woke up in one of the bedrooms in this room and then was immediately taken into the dark room by some guy with slick black hair and crazy facial hair."
"Seneca Crane." Jack said.
"Whatever..." Dan responded.

Dan was silent for a moment as he thought of something that he hated to bring up to Jack, but he had to know for sure.

"Jack... if you're here..." Dan began. "Then doesn't that make you the winner of the Hunger Games?"
"Nobody won the game we were in." Jack responded. "But four of us are alive and were taken back here for some type of crazy experiment."
Jack then smiled and leaned forward towards Dan, giving him an assuring look. "And Phil is one of the four alive."

Dan's jaw dropped but formed a smile, as tears formed in his eyes.

"Phil's alive?" Dan asked.
Jack nodded. "He's been real strong Dan, just for you."

Dan smiled some more but then became serious as he faced the door.

"We need to get out of here!" Dan stated. "I need to see Phil!"

Dan began walking over to the door. Jack then stopped him.

"Dan, we can't just leave!" Jack said. "Seneca said that the doors are heavily guarded and we'll get killed if we try to escape!"
"What if he was just saying that to scare you?" Dan asked.
"It doesn't matter." Jack responded. "At this point, I'm not taking any chances. And if you want to see Phil again, I wouldn't take the chance in opening that door."

Dan stood at the door for a moment and then backed away.

"How long will we be trapped in here for?" Dan asked.
Jack shrugged, "I'm not sure. But hopefully something happens that gets us out of here."

Dan then looked back into the dark room. Between the darkness in that room and the light from the room him and Jack were in, he could see a few things.

One of those things, was an air vent.

He looked at Jack.

"I think I might know a way out." Dan said.
"Dan, we can't do that!" Jack said. "What if there are cameras around the room watching us?"
"Then we find them and disable them." Dan answered.
"But what if they get to us before we're able to go in there?" Jack asked.
Dan rolled his eyes, tired of Jack asking all these questions, "Do you want to get out of here or not?"
"Yes, but in one piece!" Jack responded.
"And we will." Dan responded. "You just have to trust me on this."

Jack was silent for a moment before he nodded.

"We'll wait until it gets dark to do this." Dan said.
"How can we tell if it's dark?" Jack asked. "There's no windows."
"They'll turn off the lights." Dan responded.
"And how do you know that?" Jack asked.

Dan didn't respond, instead he gave him a serious, sarcastic glare. Even though he was trapped in pitch black darkness, he still knew about this room.

The two of them decided to walk around the room to pass the time and look for any cameras. They managed to find a few that were already exposed to them and some hidden cameras in the furniture in the room.

But suddenly, as they were continuing to look, they heard clicking noises followed by the mechanical door beginning to roll up and close.

"Shit!" Dan exclaimed.

The two of them made their way down to the other side of the room. Dan was able to jump over the mechanical door with ease but Jack had to hold on and climb over the wall with only seconds before the ceiling and wall crushed him.

He was finally able to fall over to the other side. He made a hard landing that briefly knocked the wind out of him, but luckily, didn't break anything.

"You alright?" Dan whispered.
"Yeah." Jack moaned.

Dan helped Jack up through the pitch blackness and felt their way over to the vent on the wall. As soon as they were able to feel it, they each pulled on it with as much strength as they could.

Finally, the vent door opened and, one at a time, they both crawled through the vent.

Moments later however, they could hear the alarms go off.

They must know that they've escaped the room.