short af
You were deep in thought, staring at the shapes before you: circle, triangle, star, or umbrella. None of them made sense, and you had no idea what any of them symbolized.
You shrugged and chose the star—why not? It seemed simple enough.
The game began, and you felt a surge of confidence. Stars weren’t that hard to cut out, right? Wrong.
You flinched as a body dropped next to you, and your hand jerked, causing you to slip and break your star. You didn’t dare look at the guard, waiting for the inevitable shot. But instead, a new shape—discreetly tossed to you—was a triangle, just like the one on the guard's mask.
You’d met this one before. He'd snuck extra food for you in the past.
You glanced up at him, and he quickly averted his eyes, nudging the shape with his foot, signaling for you to continue.
You hastily set to work on the new shape. After what felt like an eternity, four minutes to be exact, you finally finished.
The guard escorted you out, and you couldn’t help but laugh as he pushed you toward the bathroom.
“You’re an idiot,” you whispered, aware that the other guards were still around.
“Takes one to know one.” He grinned. “How rude of you!”
He just shrugged, then locked the bathroom door, giving the two of you some much-needed privacy.
