Room on the West wall holds 26 people; including Daniel, Dalton, Marcus, Scott and twenty two others, their room is the most full. Crammed together in the small space, all of them cold and tired, and on top of it naked. Daniel believes that this is the torture of Day 5. Cramping them in a tight spot, forcing them to stand up against one another totally naked and embarrassed; Cipher on this day is attacking their dignity and will to survive.
Room on the East wall holds the woman's group, 20 women also all naked but not feeling as horrible about it as the other groups, there are no men in there to judge them. They still cover themselves up hiding their nudity. Blushing and avoiding looking at one another, but some of the others don't seem to mind and act as if its not upsetting them at all. Liz and her friend Anne move about the group trying to keep everyone calm, Liz has the same thoughts as Daniel as this is today's torture and they won't be leaving this room for some time.
The room on the North Wall holds only a dozen people, including both Rashaan and Jay, there is a mix of both men and women, but its predominantly a men's group. They all stand silently waiting for the doors to open, hoping its just a matter of moments until they can enter the clean room and put on some fresh clothes. In the mean time they too all stare at the ceiling and pretend that they aren't naked and try with all their might just to stay calm and wait for that door to reopen.
The room on the South Wall only holds 10 people, they can move about freely, they can sit and not be on top of each other, you would think them to be comfortable, that this would be the room you would want to be in, however things aren't going so well. In this room we have Granger, Bonny and we have the shocking reappearance of Bobby and Kevin.
Daniel stands there in his room, he feels as though at least 2 hours have passed, his hands cupped over a certain part of his body he tries not to move and bump into any of the others in the room. While he tries to stay perfectly still suddenly a hand pushes his back and he stumbles into several people in front of him.
"You're wrong you know, this isn't the torture, that would just be stupid, somethings going to be waiting for us in that room." a bald man with a thick southern accent glares at Daniel. "You've got everyone worked up in here thinking we're all jammed in here for the entire day. You think you got number 100 so you can walk around here like you're some sort of hero? Whatever jack ass, I'm standing here buck ass naked constantly worried that some other guys junk is going to brush up against me, you think that's the torture? We survived gorging, nearly drowning and the next days is torture by embarrassment?! You're a world class fool." he spits down at Daniel.
"No, you're the fool." an older man in his 60s moves in between Daniel and the southerner. "This is it, this is what that sick son of a gun wants he puts us in these rooms and wants us to be mentally destroyed to the point where we are at each others throats and just like day 1, we end up killing each other as if we are inhuman animals. My name is Ken, I'm not an animal and I wont stand by and watch you act like one. Whats your name sir."
"Wally, my name is Wally and you are both fools. We're outta here any minute now, you'll see." he turns and tries to move through the crowd and get away without brushing up against anyone. But this just causes just more of a stir and a problem, shouting and yelling. The tension in this room is seething, hunger starts to set in and tempers flare even more. As the day goes on they realize they aren't getting out any time soon and have to come up with some sort of system for sleeping. The planning does not go well, black eyes are handed out, some scratching, a whole lot of shouting followed with a great deal of crying.
In the East wall room Liz and her new friend Anne console the women of the group and encourage them to stay strong. They hold prayer sessions, they sing, they meditate and attempt to project their spirits elsewhere.
"If you can imagine a different place, a warm beach with a breeze rolling across the water the sound of waves crashing and seagulls flying over head you can be there, everyone close your eyes and try and relax." Liz stands in front of the group and brings them a sense of calm.
"Where did you learn this?" Anne whispers to her, trying to be discreet in the packed room.
"I saw it in a movie, now shhhh" Liz nudges her with her hip.
"Nice tattoo."
"Thanks." Liz smiles and the two go back to calming the group in hopes to forget their situation.
North room, the camera sounds whirls as it brings into focus the dozen people pacing back and forth waiting for the doors to open.
"Come on dammit! Hurry up with the cleaning!" Rashaan pounds on the wall where they entered.
"Dude, calm down, that's not helping and that pounding is echoing and driving us all nuts." Jay attempts to put his friend at ease.
"Enough with this 'Dude' stuff okay man! I want out of here, I can't stand this place, its too small and I'm freaking hungry and I want out of here now!" Rashaan pushes him back.
"Guys take it easy, if we get out of control things will just get worse." a small man with dark hair and glasses steps between them to stop the tension from boiling over.
"Dude shut the hell up." Jay pushes him back.
"Yeah Dude, mind your own damn business." Rashaan pushes him back as well.
The two look at each other, their angered brow not moving but they understand that they're in this together, but sometimes that doesn't make it any better.
To the South, Bonny sits their pondering for a bit and then just comes out and says it. "Okay, speak up, what numbers do you have?" she looks to the other 9 people in the room, each sitting up against the wall aside from two men who are pacing, one being Granger.
"I got 21." Granger says.
"I thought you had 24. That's what that guy gave you." The other man pacing pauses and looks at him.
"Yeah, I got that number too." Granger pulls out another tag. "You going to tell on me big man? What number do you have?"
"I got 23. What about you honey, what number do you have?" He smiles and looks down at her, making no attempt of covering himself up.
"Well I started with 88, then moved to 52, then 48, then 38 now I'm hoping for 21." she smiles back.
"Fat chance lady, I'm not trading with you." Granger smirks.
"You look like you play sports, whats your name." she stands up and walks to barrel chested man with white hair.
"My name's Renee, I played hockey." he smiles back. "So you'd like 21 huh? That would mean we'd have some time to spend together."
"Yes it would, and I'd love 21, I've always been a black jack girl. Do you like to gamble?" she runs her hand across his chest.
"Nah, never had to, I'm always a sure thing type of guy." he takes one step back and puts his weight to his right leg, Bonny notices but someone else doesn't.
"What the hell are you two talking about, as though I'm just going to hand over my tag." before he can shout out some profanity and tell Bonny and Renee where they can go, Renee pivots blasting Granger in the chest so hard you hear a crack. He rockets back to the wall, crashing into the boards if you will, banging his head his vision gets blurred and he can feel his cracked ribs as he attempts to breathe. It's a waisted effort as Renee moves incredibly fast, faster than it looks like he should be able to move, considering a man of his size. He grips Granger by the throat with both hands and slides him up the wall until he dangles. Its not the choking that gets him, its the pressure of this large man leaning in on his larynx that ends it all for Granger.
"Here you go honey, 21" Renee hands Bonny the tag. The other 7 men in the room just stare in shock, unsure if what just happened in a span of what seemed like thirty seconds just took place.
"Thank you sweety. Now gentlemen" she turns and faces the others on the floor. "What numbers do you have?"
End Day 5
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