Trouble in Terrorist's Town

The Round Has Begun

Cold,dark,empty.

Silent.

Hours or maybe minutes pass by in the dark space,before finally,voices breach the quiet as they wake up.

Hungry,battered,and cold,they grope around in the darkness,yelping in shock when their fingers brush against the material of an other's clothing,or squeaking in fear as hands of another brush over their skin.

Soon,they've placed everyone's positions,and they huddle up close,trying to maintain a healthy body temperature. Accented voices fill the darkened space,tones laced thickly with concern and fear. Hands were gripped tightly as the more nervous ones sought comfort from the bolder ones. The bold tried to soothe the nervous ones,wrapping their arms around the other,comforting words being murmured into the other's ear.

Multiple "Where the hell are we?"'s and "What the fuck is this place?"'s filled the room as they tried to make out their surroundings. Soon,they became tired,but resisted the strong urge to curl up and submit to the sweet promise of unconsciousness. But their will weakened,and many found themselves drifting off,the nervous clutching the bold close,while the bold wrapped their arms around the other protectively.

After only 40 minutes,all of them had been consumed by the need to sleep,their bodies snuggled closely together to provide a bit of warmth.

But when they awoke,they didn't wake to the now familiar dark abyss. They woke to an old,extremely run down group of buildings. The grass grew tall,and there was a thick fog surrounding the area,cloaking their surroundings like a heavy winter blanket. They weren't together anymore,everyone was spread out across the area,except for the select few who found themselves waking up with another.

Weapons were close by to where they would wake,ammo as well. They all had a small device that looked like an earpiece hooked onto their right or left ear,which would allow them to converse with the others freely. A small card was in one of everyone's available pockets. Upon the smooth surface of the china like tiles was a single letter,

An I or a T.

When the tile was shown to another,however,the letter would warp completely,forming a question mark instead of its respective letter. This meant no one would know what each others' cards said,meaning trust was an evident issue.

When everyone had come to a grim realisation of the situation,a monotone voice rattled over the earpiece lines,louder than any of the panicked voices.

"The round has begun."