The water seemed to flow and fill the room faster than anyone had anticipated. Before they knew it the captives were neck deep trying to keep the disgustingness that floated amongst them at bay. All the horrors that had hit the floor due to yesterday’s torture swam along with them constantly sneaking up on them trying to make contact.
Some of the captives, tried to cling to the walls, as if they had been bit by radioactive spiders to keep above water and it may have worked if not for the constant churning of water due to everyone else treading or doggy paddling. That combined with the fact that the walls were so smooth not a crack, crevice or ledge to be found, even where the wall had previously opened had not one spot that could be gripped on to.
A group of men thought doing laps would be a good idea; maybe feeling like it was just another day at the gym would stop the fear of drowning, and having to keep a float for over 12 hours. After an hour of that exertion it became abundantly clear it was a mistake. Michael Phelps would be tested to be able to keep up the pace they were attempting. They tried floating in between sessions of laps, but found it not so easy to do when you’re breathing as hard as they were. After several hours of this regime they began to panic even more than when they started, cramping and shortness of breath were causing them to pull one another down under the water.
The woman’s group that had been together had all locked hands to keep a float, this was probably the smartest response. They would have every third person rest and not have to tread water; they'd conserve their energy, and be carried by the rest of the group. Rotating who rested at about every hour the group was proving to be the most organized in the room and not having any difficulties whatsoever. A lot of others in the room felt that they'd be punished somehow for truly not being tortured, but the P90s never came in the room. One of the women whom seemed to be in a leadership position broke away from the group and swam over to Daniel.
"Yo, hundred, how you doing?" she butterfly swam around him keeping a float as he tread water occasionally dropping below the water to then kick off the floor and resurface.
"Hundred? My name is Daniel. I don't like this hundred business." he didn't look happy. She couldn't tell if he was struggling because h wasn't a strong swimmer or was it being reminded that he was going to be there longer than anyone.
"Okay ease up man; can you swim are you okay?" She stopped swimming and began treading water in front of him. She had tied her shirt in a knot to make it a midriff shirt, it ballooned up and gave her some extra buoyancy, and he thought three things when he saw that, one, why didn't he think of that, two, she had an amazing tattoo on her side and three he hoped she didn't realize that he was looking at it. "You have any tattoos?" she said looked him in the eye, and he let himself fall under the water.
Daniel resurfaced choking a bit as laughing underwater didn't help with trying to stay alive in this situation. "Tattoos? What? No, why? And yeah, I can swim, I figured since the water isn't so deep I'd do this for most of the day." he choked again and gargled the water out of his mouth.
"That's a terrible idea, your basically water boarding yourself, your going to drown. Come join us, the girls have said you can join the group." she started to swim backwards and head back to her group certain Daniel would be joining her.
"Um, I don't think that's a good idea." Daniel kept himself above water for a moment to talk to her. "Seems like every time I get involved with someone around here it turns out to have bad consequences and I've heard rumblings that some don't like your all girl Amazon tribe as it is, so I'll pass just so I don't bring and trouble to you ladies." He dropped below water and then popped back up.
"Amazon tribe?! Seriously. Whatever 'Hundred' you change you’re mind you let me know. We figure you’re a decent guy since you traded your number and all, but maybe we were wrong." she started to swim back to the group.
"Hey, it’s not like that, I'm sorry. Hey, what's your name." he slowly swam towards her hoping to not make another enemy.
"I'm Liz, aka #63, so I'm sure I'll see you around 'Hundred', take it easy, don't drown yourself." she swam back to the group and rejoined them, the rest of the women, some looked back to him, some shocked and some disappointed that he wasn't joining them.
The day dragged on and on, between the crying and the begging that had began, now hours in to the day; it was no longer the quiet hushed room with a back drop of running water. Instead it was a screaming battle for life. Calling out to Cipher begging him to drain the room. That he won, that they couldn't take anymore. Others screamed at those people shouting vulgarity and name calling telling them to suck it up. It was only a matter of time before fights broke out, splashing and dunking turned into fits of rage and drownings. Around 8pm it was found out that someone in the group thought if they had a floating dead body to hang on to, then they would survive, and better than one dead body to hang on to, is obviously two.
Around 9pm the screaming was interrupted by an incredibly loud noise, some thought it was saviors outside trying to get in and cried out to be rescued. Their cries went unanswered and the noise got louder. Dante and Linda, who seemed to take care of each other since day one, thought maybe the drains had kicked on and their ordeal was over. The still were afraid to unlock fingers, they were gripped tight for so long it hurt to even try. The water got to the point where they were able to put their feet on the floor and walk to see the drainage hole. Dante looked down and saw that it had been blocked with clothes. Without thinking he bent down underwater and pulled the clothes away. Immediately the suction of the pipe pulled him to the floor of the pool and clogged the drain now with his face. Linda screamed as she was dragged down underwater with him, she struggled trying to get him from the pipe but realized the suction power had already turned him inside out and he was dead. His grip locked still on her hand she tried to pull it apart to free her self, the water getting lower and lower she could see the surface approaching but still screamed and panicked and flailed about. And then the flailing stopped, the water eventually receded into the floor. Linda and Dante lied there; hand in hand #10 and #23 were removed from the board.
End of day 4
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