To kill or to be killed

Eight rooms

"Hey walk carefully, you'll trip if you walk that way"

Micah held my hands before she sat down on the floor just outside the room we've been.

"I..I'm traumatized "

Her hands is still shaking.

"Yeah me too but let's just forget about it and just be thankful that we didn't died"

"But still…*sigh* how can you be so calm"

"Forget about it, let's go wash ourselves, they said after our game we are free to do whatever we want, let's go on the garden later but first let's wash ourselves"

I assist her to stand up and we both go to the washroom.

"Aish, I can't still wash away the image of that man's brain scattered on the table"

"I told you many times, stop thinking about it, tsk"

We sat down on the bench under a huge tree and adored the beautiful scenery of the garden.

The flowers were growing beautifully and the bushes and Bermuda grass were so thick.

"This whole place were giving me a peace of mind"

"Hmmyeah, I wanna sleep, wake me up when they're already calling us"

"Sure—hey wait, look at