Video Games

Chapter Thirteen

The bread I purchased last night has been picked at all night, thanks to my comfort eating. It’s been a rough couple of days and now only eighteen of us remain. Eighteen – thirty of us came here and now people are dead that I wouldn’t imagine dead. Poor Kwesi, poor Krau. Neither one deserved to go that early. Kwesi was too young, too vulnerable to be here. Krau was intelligent; he should’ve been a part of some leading research team that could help these guys. Working as an undercover spy here would be amazing.

It occurs to me that the deaths of the kids cannot be hidden now. Those deaths on the Fruit Ninja course were enough to justify the fact that this isn’t legal, but the poisoning of yesterday is also suspicious and no one here can cover the fact that they killed off four people. In a way, I’m glad that Kwesi went now and not later; I can only hope that Dexio and Chibuike are to die soon so that they don’t have to endure any more torture.

Last night, Oguro and Tynoco came here and comforted me, one by one. I don’t think that Tynoco really appreciates another male taking care of me; he gets jealous way too easily. Oguro and I were chatting about horror games all night; I kept Nysan in mind as we spoke about Slenderman. Oguro thinks that they’ll have a horror game at some point, somewhere nearer the end when people are easier to scare. Personally, I think it’ll be harder to scare us when we feel dead inside already. That’s just my thought though; he could be right and I could be totally petrified by some game that wouldn’t usually faze me.

Tynoco arrived sometime in the evening just as Oguro was leaving. After Tynoco had pushed his jealousy aside, we ended up reminiscing over old memories we had playing video games. We talked about Skype calls that we’ve been in whilst playing multiplayer games that involve teams and stuff. If we have to play another team game, I will actually cry. There are only so many games that can be played on teams. When I’m on a team, I feel responsible for the deaths of my friends and my foes, because each individual affects the ratings of how well we perform. Maybe that’s how they want us to feel: responsible for the deaths of our friends.

Now, I stare at the bread, or what’s left of it. Tynoco had taken his half and I had my half. When I say had, I actually mean it – as we discussed our good old lives, I sat and picked at about half of my bread, and I had a bacon sandwich as well. Tynoco purchased bacon last night because he could afford it – just. I got bread – if you haven’t figured – and more potatoes, which have been harvested. Currently, a bunch of potatoes cook in the oven provided; I’m going to make myself a chip butty before the game and I’m going to enjoy my food for once. Maybe I’m comfort eating to refill the hole in my heart that Kwesi filled up. Maybe if all of my friends die, I’ll overeat until I’m too fat to play these games.

Taking the chips out of the oven, I let the potato smell drift under my nostrils; I feel my mouth salivate. Placing the tray on the side, I examine the food and then reach over for two uneaten slices of bread; never at home did I bother to cook, but now, my entire life depends on my diet and my cooking. Speaking of dieting, tonight I’ll only buy vegetables, or I’m going to be unable to run around and escape these evil monsters. Health is a lot more important than I realised at home. Poor Krau – I can almost see why he died yesterday. He wasn’t the healthiest and fittest of kids.

Placing a bunch of chips into the sandwich, I let the sound of my heartbeat echo around me. I haven’t had a chip butty for ages, and I’m actually super excited to eat this. Before, I wouldn’t be this fussed by some food, but now I feel like this is one of my only sources of happiness. Finally, I let my teeth sink through the bread and chips; I smile in satisfaction as the potato and bread fills my mouth. Why are carbohydrates so tasty and why are they fattening? Why are all of the best foods too unhealthy for you to live off? Even rice is a carbohydrate – I’d live off of rice if given the chance. In fact, you can live off of rice, but it’s not exactly the lifestyle you live voluntarily.