Leaves you baby if you don't care for it.... End of Day 2

He begins moving towards him, he sees no one else in the room his tunnel vision is locked and he has a purpose. Without notice he grabs the fabric of the unknowing mans shirt on his right shoulder and yanks as hard as he could. This is Grangers first fight he’s been in since the 6^th grade and it shows. He throws the man to the floor and straddles his stomach, punching and wailing on his chest. Instinctively the mans arms go up to cover his face and he screams. Grangers wildly flailing fists allow not a moment to let him try and stop the attack.

“Gimme your number! NOW! Let it go!” Granger screams and pounds and pounds. Until finally he just reaches down puts his hands around the mans throat and squeezes with every ounce of strength he’s got. And just like that fight against little Joey back in the 6^th grade a crowd has formed around them to watch and see what happens.

“Stop! Stop it! Here you can have my number. Stop!” Granger looks up and a guy who’s clearly bigger than him and could probably just as easily have tackled him off of the guy he was pounding on. “Take my number. I have 24.”

Granger lets go. “Why are you offering me your number?”

“Because if we keep killing people left and right around here for his God damn amusement he wins, and I don’t want that to happen.” He extends his hand to help Granger up. “I’m Daniel.”

“Granger.” He grabs his hand and gets up off of the man on the ground gasping for air. “So you really giving me your number?”

“Oh, yeah, sure, here.” Daniel hands his number over giving him his number 24. He takes Grangers tag and looks down. 32. “Thirty two?! Seriously?! Your number isn’t even that high!”

“I’m getting out of here, as soon as I can. That’s how I’m going to beat Cipher. I don’t care if it’s even eight days sooner.” The two men stare each other and Daniel helps Grangers target off the ground. “Hey man, its survival of the fittest here, and this guy here just saved your life.”

Granger goes to turn away but before he can, the man he was just beating to death hauls back and cracks Granger with a right hook that drops him like wet bag of cement. “What the Hell dude! You want my number?! I got 73! 73 Ass Wipe! You touch me again, and I’ll kill you! Stay the hell away from me!” He then turns to Daniel. “Thank you, you saved my life. I’m Dalton.”

“Hey Dalton, nice right hook. I’m Daniel.” the two shake hands and step over Granger as they walk away. "73 huh? That sucks. Sorry man." Daniel wonders, what could he possibly say to him, 73 days seems like forever, he knows he'd never be able to do it, he so desperately wants to get back to his wife and kids.

"Excuse me, you just exchanged your number right?" A woman wearing a long blue sweater and some baggy jeans stands before the two men. Like so many of the others, she has tears in her eyes, and her cheeks are flush. "would you exchange with me? I have number 39. Its just a week sooner for me, I know, but I have a son at home with special needs, I'm the one who gives him his medication, helps him with his treatments, his father is on the road so much and isn't very good at handling our situation. I need to get home. Please, I'm doing this for my son, I need to be there for him." She holds his hands in hers, full of desperation and waiting for Daniel to respond.

"I have kids too, and I.." the woman interrupts him and drops to her knees crying in front of him.

"Please, then you understand. His name is Sebastian. He's sick, he needs me, wouldn't you beg and plead if your son was home sick and needed you! Please..Please sir." she continues to beg but her sobs come on stronger, her nose running and the tears running down her face make her a horrible mess.

"I suppose its just one more week." Daniel looks down at his tag and thinks of his two boys, what would he do to get home to him if they were sick, and if they would die without him. He takes her number out of her hand and replaces it with his.

"Oh my God. Thank you! God Bless you! Thank you so much! Oh thank you lord for this man!" she carries on and on thanking him and kissing his hands. For about ten seconds he feels good about this, then he sees the mob of people heading towards him, all with their tags extended, all now begging and pleading because they just saw someone swap their tag twice out of the goodness of his heart. They come and swarm so fast he's swallowed up before he can maneuver out of the way. Dalton is shoved aside, his number saves him from the mad rush of people as they clamor to Daniel in hopes for a trade. Each of them screaming their story and plea, mothers that need to be cared for, daughters, cats everyone wants to get his ear in hopes he'll trade one more time.

"Please stop! come on now, I can't move, dammit I can't even breathe, get off of me please!" he tries to move away but the crowd has surrounded him, all he can see is hands reaching out for him, trying to grab him, trying to take a piece of him. But then it all stops, he hears a crack, and it feels like a rush of water poured on the back of his head. All he can hear is a high pitched whistle, all he can see is one of the lights on the ceiling, and suddenly his vision looks like a letter boxed movie and it slowly fades to black.