The walk to the cafeteria was very awkward. On one side Marin was talking to me about Rayna and the new floor, and on the other side Sabrina was joining the conversation, and not so subtly taking jabs at everything Marin was saying. She was definitely catching on to the fact that Sabrina didn’t like her. Marin did promise me that she’d be careful around her, and I think she’s now understanding why.
“So, now that we’re allowed to go to the second floor, do you think we’ll be able to find something useful to escape?” Marin asked.
“I imagine there has to be something of worth on the next floor, but it’s hard to say without knowing what’s going to be on it,” I said.
“I doubt they’d leave us anything that we can use to rise against them,” Sabrina said. “They’ve already proven that they can shoot down just about any plan we come up with.”
“Yeah, but we have to believe that there’s a way out of here somehow,” Marin said. “We can’t lose anyone else.”
“The less people, the higher they’ll let us go…” Sabrina said.
“Don’t say that!” Marin yelled. “We’re all united now, so there’s no way that will happen again! Their motives won’t work on us. Right, Ryder?”
“Even if you say that, there’s very little chance we make progress otherwise,” Sabrina said. “Isn’t that right, Ryder?”
“Oh, I uh…” I said. “Well, looks like we’re here!”
I was happy to arrive at the cafeteria before they pressured me even more to take one of their sides. I’m definitely a lot closer to Marin, but Sabrina has a point when it comes to the fact that getting out of here is seeming impossible now. Our plan was figured out, Jane was killed for working with us, and a murder happened regardless of all the steps we took to prevent it. I don’t know how many times I can see someone die before I lose my sanity, but if that’s the only way to make it out of here, then I’m not sure what else I can do other than watch my back and hope for the best. It’s definitely not the most heroic stance to take, but I’m only human.
*Flashback to the trial*
“I’m not a fucking saint! None of us are! I’m a human being and I’m scared of death! I’m scared of being trapped with a bunch of armed psychos! I hate not knowing if today is going to be my last! There’s no fucking way you all can say you’re better than me! You’re all the same!”
Maybe Sienna was right…
Once we arrived at the cafeteria, Marin and Sabrina once again took their seats on either side of me. I really wish the place that girls started taking a liking to me wasn’t the murder school.
“Okay, our next step is obvious,” Keon said. “We must explore the next floor, but we need to split into groups to use our time as wisely as possible. We need to make sure we’ll have time to try and get rid of the unsafe items on this new floor.”
“So, you want to child-proof every floor?” Cyrus asked. “I thought we all trusted each other now.”
“Trust has nothing to do with it,” Keon said. “Accidents can happen. The staff could go berserk. You never know what could happen, and we’re not losing anyone else.”
“Even if you say that, we don’t have anywhere to put the contraband anymore,” Amber said. “Is Rayna really going to help us keep track of everything like Jane did?”
“We won’t know until we try it,” Carmen said. “Let’s just keep operating like we used to until something prevents that.”
“Trying to keep tabs on all the items for multiple floors is not going to be easy, but now that we’re all working together…I know we can do it,” Marin said.
“Well said, Marin,” Keon said. “The closer we all stay to each other, and the transparency between us, will be the key to us all getting out of here.”
“There are fourteen of us, so let’s break up into two groups of seven and send one to the left side of the floor and the other to the right,” Emma said.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Keon said. “To make things simple, let’s just split the groups up by the sides of the table we’re on. Any objections?” No one gave any. “Good. Now let’s go and meet back here when the dinner starts. Good luck.”
With the way we were split up, that means that the group I am in consists of Emma, Miles, Conrad, Amber, Sabrina, and Marin. The other team consists of Keon, Robbie, Maya, Mia, Carmen, Cyrus, and Atticus.
We then all made our way to the staircase that led to the second floor. The same staircase that our previous plan to escape was centered around. The light on the number pad that had been red before was now green, which almost certainly meant that we could finally enter. Keon was in the lead, so he grasped the doorknob, turned it, and pushed open the door which led to a brightly lit flight of stairs that we all walked up in a single file line. Looking behind me, I saw Sabrina who was almost at my height even when she was a step behind me. She truly was quite tall. Once we entered the new floor, I felt uneasy, but there was also a sense of hope that somewhere on this floor, was the next step to me getting myself out of here. Whether it’s due to finding a way to escape, potential for a new murder, or losing my own life, there was certain to be progress of some kind waiting for me on this floor.
Once I reached the top, the first place my eyes were drawn to was a large room to our right. I didn’t see any doors on the side I was looking at, but I did see large letters across the top of the wall that read “Basketball Court.” Everyone else’s eyes seemed to be drawn to the same area based on the conversations I was hearing.
“Basketball?!” Conrad yelled. “Hell yeah! I love basketball!”
“Really?” Carmen asked. “You look more like a football player with that build.”
“Definitely could see you being a tight end, dude,” Miles said.
“Nah. Football’s not really my thing. Basketball on the other hand!” Conrad said. “You gotta play some one-on-one with me!”
“I was on the basketball team in high school all four years,” Miles said confidently. “I’d definitely cook your ass.”
“Just try it!” Conrad said.
“Alright, boys,” Carmen said. “Let’s not get too excited. We still haven’t explored the floor, and we can’t let our guards down.”
“Hey! You’re not in our group, so you can’t tell us off anymore!” Conrad said.
“Unless you really do want to hang out with me…?” Miles said with a big grin.
“In your dreams,” Carmen responded. “We don’t even know which group is going where yet, so hold your horses.”
We continued down the long hallway towards the back wall where we saw the next set of stairs which were surely locked. Once we made it there, the rest of the rooms that this floor had to offer came into view. There was a large open area with tables in the middle of the floor, and from that spot, we saw a room labeled “Store,” which was next to another building labeled “Supplies,” which was itself connected to a room labeled “Locker Rooms” that had two openings with the left one being labeled “Boys” and the one on the right being labeled “Girls.” These three rooms were connected to each other like some kind of strip mall, but I imagine there aren’t any doors connecting them within. Past those rooms we saw another large room similar to the one labeled “Basketball Court,” but instead, this one was labeled, “Baseball Field.”
“Baseball? Must really excite you to see something like that, huh, Sabrina?” Amber said. “I know softball and baseball are different, but I’m sure you could still get some proper training done here!”
“Yeah!” Sabrina said. She did sound genuinely excited. “I play baseball too, but I’m better at softball because that’s the one I have the most experience with.”
The last room on the floor was labeled “Soccer Field.” It was just about as big as the baseball field and was right across from it, separated only by a hallway. From this view, we could also see that the soccer field and basketball court were also only separated by a hallway. This floor definitely felt much larger than the one with all of our dorms with three full-size sports arenas in it.
“Alright, how should we split up the groups now that we have a lay of the land?” Carmen asked.
“I want to check out the basketball court!” Conrad yelled.
“Me too!” Miles said.
“And for that reason, your group should explore the left half of the floor. We can’t have you two getting distracted from your duties,” Carmen said. “You all take the baseball field, store, supply room, and the locker rooms. We’ll check the basketball court and the soccer field.”
“You’re heartless!” Miles said. “You’re also giving our group the most work!”
“We agreed that we’d split up the floor search left to right before we came up here,” Carmen said. “Luck just wasn’t on your side.”
“Enough playing around you two,” Keon said. “Let’s not waste any more time.”
Our groups then split up to start the search. We decided to start at the store and work our way right from there and finish with the baseball field. Walking up to the store, it had metal walls that were painted white, and a glass door separating us from the inside. Through the glass, I could see a familiar face. Conrad took the lead and opened the door which made the sound of a small bell ring as we entered.
“Welcome, students. Let me know if there’s anything I can find for you,” the familiar face said.
“The chef?!” Miles said. “What’re you doing here?”
“I’m here to watch over this shop,” Alex said. “Can’t have you all steal everything in here. Young people don’t always have good judgment.”
“Shop? But, we don’t have any money,” Emma said.
“Not yet, but you will soon,” he said. “You can spend today just window shopping, and then after we get underway tomorrow, you should all have some money to use soon.”
“Wh-what’s going on tomorrow?” Amber asked.
“You’ll see,” Alex said. “All I’ll tell you is that it’s the best way to earn money to use here.”
“Don’t let him get in your head, Amber,” Emma said. “We’ll adapt as things happen. For now, let’s just see what’s in this place.”
“Okay…” Amber said nervously.
Inside the shop, there were shelves, fridges, freezers, and a counter set up like you’d see in just about any small convenience store. Looking through the shelves, there was everything from snacks, basic necessities, card games, frozen meals, tools, bedding, etc. Anything that someone could need seemed to be here just with a smaller selection than most stores, probably to capitalize space. The store was larger than your typical 7-Eleven, and also more cramped due to the sheer amount of inventory. There were price tags on everything, but they weren’t in USD, they were in something that was labeled as “LD.” It’s possible that's the acronym for a foreign currency of some sort, but I doubt that’s the case here. I imagine we’ll find out soon enough the circumstances of this shop based on what Alex had said earlier.
“Hey, Ryder. Check it out!” Marin said to me while showing me a pink plastic wrapped item.
“Tampons…?” I asked, slightly awkward.
“Yeah! I was worried that we weren’t going to have access to basic necessities like this here, so this is a major relief. Thank goodness we’ve only been here a few days,” she said.
“That definitely would not have been ideal,” I said.
“Too bad I can’t just take some,” Marin said. “It’s already bad enough that I have to buy these back home, now I have to buy them here?! It’s so much easier to be a boy. You should consider yourself lucky, Ryder!”
“They do always seem really expensive whenever I see them in stores,” I said.
“That’s the patriarchy at work!” Marin said.
“It is pretty messed up,” I responded.
“So, if when we start earning money to use here, and I don’t have enough for these…will you spot me some?”
“Sure,” I said. “I don’t really see anything I need that badly here anyway.”
“You’re a peach, Ryder!” Marin said. “I’ll make sure to pay you back!”
“Would you buy me some too?” Sabrina said, walking up to us. “I would hope I’d get first dibs on your money, being your future wife and all.”
“F-future wife?!” Marin said. “I didn’t know you two were like that…”
“W-we aren’t!” I said. “It’s really hard to explai-”
“We’re meant to be, is what he means,” Sabrina said, cutting me off.
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“O-oh,” Marin said, her eyes wide.
“Don’t listen to her!” I said. “Friends are all we are!”
“I did say future wife,” Sabrina said. “Finally got you to admit that we’re friends though. That’s some good progress for us.” Sabrina had a huge smile on her face.
“Aren’t we all friends anyway?” Marin said. “We’re all in this together after all!”
“No,” Sabrina said coldly. Her smile disintegrated. “Ryder is my only friend here.”
“Well…I consider you a friend, Sabrina!” Marin said with a cute smile.
“Well, I don’t see you as one,” Sabrina said without emotion. “You’re only getting in me and Ryder’s way.”
“That’s harsh!” Marin said. “We all need to get along!”
“What are you all arguing about?” Emma said, walking up to our group.
“W-we’re not arguing!” Marin said. “Just talking about the store is all-”
“Marin is trying to keep Ryder to herself,” Sabrina said bluntly.
“Th-that’s not…!” I said.
“This isn’t the place for building a harem, Ryder,” Emma said. “You’re only going to drive people apart.”
“I didn’t do anything!” I objected.
“To be fair though…Marin was the first person Ryder ever had real conversations with,” Emma said. “That guy never talked to anyone but her for a while.”
Is she secretly trying to fan the flames?!
“Th-that’s only because they’re roommates and she won’t leave him alone!” Sabrina said.
“Jeez, Sabrina,” Marin said. “Ryder, and I are only friends anyway. You can shoot your shot as much as you want. After all, he’s the only person here you have to convince.”
“Mmhmm…” Emma said, before walking away.
“I know that!” Sabrina said. “Just don’t get in our way!” Then she walked off in a huff.
“I think I finally know why you warned me…” Marin said.
“Sorry about not explaining myself,” I said. “I figured there was no way you’d ever believe me.”
“You gotta give me more credit than that!” Marin said, wagging her finger at me. “What are you gonna do though?”
“I don’t even know what I can do…” I said. “I’ve just been trying to ignore her.”
“That’s only going to make her more unpredictable, don't you think?” Marin said.
“Maybe…”
“I think you should be friendly with her, and just be clear with your boundaries,” Marin said. “I’m sure she’s a nice girl under it all.”
“You’re probably right.”
“Looks like the others are heading out. We should move on too,” Marin said. I nodded.
I guess Sabrina doesn’t feel the need to hide her supposed feelings for me anymore. I feel bad for the awkward situations Marin keeps getting put in just by being around me, but I’m really not sure how to handle something like this. The last thing we need in this death school though is hostility, so maybe I’ll take Marin’s advice.
We were now walking into the entrance of the supply room, which had white metal walls just like the store, but this time with a solid wood door instead of a glass one. Opening the door, I spotted a lot of different sports related items all set up neatly across the floor and shelves. They seemed to be divided by sport with the basketball supplies being on the left side, the soccer supplies on the back wall, and the baseball supplies on the right side. In the basketball section, there was a basketball rack with twelve basketballs on it, some extra netting, a small pump, two different colored sets of jerseys, some headbands, and a bunch of shoe boxes.
“Look at all these basketball shoes!” Conrad said. “They even have one in my size! No one ever has my size!”
“You’re a size sixteen?!” Miles said. “I feel bad for your girlfriend…”
“What are you talking about?” Conrad asked. “Also, I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“You’re so purehearted, Conrad,” Amber said with a snicker.
“N-no I’m not! What did he mean?! Stop leaving me out!”
“Hey, they have one in my size too!” Marin said, grabbing a shoebox.
“Mine too,” Emma said. “I think it’s safe to assume that these shoes are for us. There are also fourteen boxes under the baseball and soccer supplies as well.”
“Looks like we’re going to get to play some sports after all!” Conrad said. “I’m pumped up now! Maybe this place isn’t so bad!”
“Don’t…don’t say that,” Emma said, shaking her head. “These are definitely not here just for us to have fun. We must all stay on guard.”
“You’re no fun, Emma,” Miles said. “Let us boys dream a little! Right, Ryder? You’re dying to play, right?”
“I-I’m not really good at any sports,” I said. “I like watching them more than playing, usually.”
“‘Usually’ is the key word there!” Miles said. “You’re definitely going to join us here once we get some free time! I’ll show you how to make a three-pointer every time!”
“Leave the poor guy alone,” Emma said. “Let’s get back to work and take inventory here.”
Back to searching the room, I could see that on the baseball supply wall there was a couple buckets of baseballs, a bucket of softballs, another bucket filled with various baseball fielding and batting gloves, some eye black, pine tar, batting helmets, two different sets of uniforms, (each having seven jerseys, hats, and pants per pile) a bat rack filled with metal bats, more boxes of shoes, (this time being cleats rather than basketball shoes), and some elbow and shin guards.
“Baseball really requires a lot…” Amber said. “This side of the wall is just jam-packed full of stuff.”
“Hey, Sabrina,” Emma started. “What’s this stuff for?” Emma was holding the container or pine tar.
“Pine tar is usually used for getting a better grip on the bat, so you don’t throw it when you swing,” Sabrina said. “However, since all the bats are metal, I guess this means they’re for the pitchers to use to get a better grip on the ball.”
“It doesn’t work on metal bats?” Amber asked.
“I think it’s because pine tar doesn't stick to metal,” Conrad said. “I used to play travel baseball, and we always wanted to use pine tar because all the MLB players do, but they always told us that pine tar wouldn’t stick on our bats.”
“Yeah, that’s the gist of it,” Sabrina said. “If I had to guess, the reason they have some is so the pitchers will have better control and not hit the batters as much. Controlling a baseball’s movement is not easy.”
“Are you a good pitcher, Sabrina?” Miles asked.
“Baseball or softball?” Sabrina asked.
“Baseball.”
“I’m alright, I guess. I can only hit 94 mph on my fastball though. I’m more comfortable with a softball in my hands.”
“94?!” Miles said. “That’s really fast!”
“Is it?” Amber asked. “I don’t know a lot about baseball.”
“A fastball around 88-92 mph is usually considered slower, but anywhere from 93+ can definitely be effective in the majors!” Conrad said. “I can’t even throw close to that hard…”
“I’m definitely not standing up to bat with her on the mound…” Miles said. “You’d ruin my handsome face if you hit me that hard.”
“I’m not an amateur. I promise not to hit anyone,” Sabrina said. “Now that I have somewhere to hone my skills, someone’s gonna have to take an at-bat against me eventually, so I can keep practicing.”
“Well, it’s not going to be me,” Miles said. “Gotta keep my moneymaker intact for when we all get out of here.”
“Ryder, will you help me practice sometime?” Sabrina asked while batting her eyelashes.
“I-I don’t know if I’d be good practice,” I said. “I really have no idea how to hit.”
“That’s alright! I can teach you,” Sabrina said with a smile.
“Looks like everyone wants to abduct Ryder for their sports escapades…” Emma said. “Don’t let them pressure you, Ryder. The library is a much more valuable place to hang out than anywhere on this floor anyway.”
“Sounds like you’re trying to pressure him too now…” Amber said.
“Jeez, you all get distracted so easily,” Miles said. “Let’s get back to checking this place so we can have some free time.”
“You don’t get to say that! You’re the most distractible person here!” Amber said.
The last section to check was the soccer supplies that were on the right side of the room. There was a rack of soccer balls similar to the one on the basketball side, another small pump, a set of orange cones, more shoe boxes and jerseys just like for the other two sections, and two sets of goalie gloves.
“There seems to be the least number of items here in this section,” Emma said.
“That’s why soccer is the world’s sport,” Conrad said. “You don’t need much to play soccer other than some posts and a ball.”
“Looks like that’s all we’ve got in this room,” Emma said. “There are definitely a lot of dangerous items here…”
“Yeah. Keon’s gonna have an aneurysm when he sees all this,” Miles said.
“Let’s move on to the locker rooms,” Emma said.
We left the supply room as a group and went right next door to the locker rooms. The locker rooms had the same white metal walls as the two rooms to the left of it but had no doors. They had those sort of restroom doors where it’s open, but you can’t actually see inside until you enter it because a wall is blocking your view when you look into the room. The ones you gotta zig-zag through, y’know? Not being able to lock the locker room doors definitely seems like it will become a problem with our perv-ier classmates.
“Alright, let’s split up with the boys checking the boys' side, and us girls checking the girls' side,” Emma said.
“But I want to see how the other half lives!” Miles said. “No one’s naked in there, so it should be fine, right?”
“Don’t even think about ever setting foot in here,” Sabrina said coldly. Her eyes showed bloodlust. “Our next trial will be here before you know it if even one skin flake of yours makes its way within these walls.”
“Yeah!” Amber agreed, raising her fist.
“I would never! Not without someone’s permission at least…” Miles said winking.
“C’mon, let’s go,” Conrad said, dragging Miles by the shirt collar. I followed them.
Inside the locker room, it was about what you’d expect from any normal sports locker room. There were restroom stalls, benches, walls of lockers, and a set of showers. There were no windows and no exit other than the way we walked in.
“This place is pretty sleek,” Miles said.
“Yeah. I’m glad we have another set of showers somewhere in this building and a restroom on this floor,” Conrad said. “Doesn’t look like there’s much else of interest here though.”
“It’ll be nice to be able to shower here after we shoot some hoops!” Miles said. “Wouldn’t want to be around the girls while smelling like sweat…”
“Do you ever think about anything else?” Conrad said.
“What else is there? Wait! I’ve got a great idea!” He put his arm around my shoulder. “We should get a drill from the shop and make a small hole in the wall towards the women’s locker room…” He whispered to me.
“I-I really don’t thin-” I said.
“It’s a great plan, right?” Miles said, cutting me off.
“What are you two whispering about?” Conrad asked.
“Nothing at all!” Miles said. “Let’s go meet with the girls. I think we’re done here.”
Miles truly does not think about anything other than getting some. He’s hit on pretty much everyone here at one point or another. I just hope he’s able to keep himself contained if we all end up showering in here. He does swing both ways after all. We left the room, and the girls were waiting outside their own locker room.
“If I see you with a drill in your hand, you’re dead meat,” Sabrina said immediately upon seeing us.
“Wh-what ever could you be implying?!” Miles said, nervously.
“These walls seem to be paper thin,” Emma said. “We could hear your conversations pretty clearly once we put our ears up against the wall.”
“It was Ryder’s idea!” Miles yelled out.
“No it wasn’t!” I said.
“Like we’d believe a word you say, Miles,” Marin said. “Ryder, isn’t like that.”
“And if he ever wants to see me naked all he has to do is ask, so he would never need to stoop to such tactics,” Sabrina added.
“S-Sabrina!” Amber cried out. “Have some shame!”
“Jeez…” Emma said. “Ryder, what have you done to this poor girl’s mind?”
“Nothing! I swear!” I objected.
“Enough of the pervy escapades,” Marin said. “We’ve still got to check the baseball field.”
“Yeah. We’re dragging our feet too much,” Emma said. “Let’s move on.”
We finally finished with the three connected rooms and now had to walk to the baseball field that was at the end of the floor. It wasn’t that far of a walk from where we were. Arriving at the entrance, we saw that these walls were made of concrete rather than the other rooms which were made of metal. It also had red and white striped walls which seemed to be baseball themed. The entrance to the field was two black metal double-doors that swung outwards. There didn’t seem to be any lock on them to prevent entry. The doors faced towards the middle of the floor where the tables were set up. We entered the field and were greeted with what looked to be a normal-sized baseball field that looked to only lack the stadium seats where spectators would sit. Without these seats, the baseball field seemed to take up a lot less space than I had originally imagined it would. Which makes sense due to the fact that baseball stadiums are typically massive and can fit around 40,000 people in them, so without the need to accommodate that amount of people, it's much smaller than normal. We saw the typical baseball dirt that covered the front of home plate to the edge of the infield, and there was an outfield that seemed to consist of fake grass turf. All the bases were set out as you’d expect and there were two small dugouts on each side of the field. One labeled “Home” and the other “Away.” I looked towards the outfield and there were distance markers on the left, center and right side of the back fence. They read “300 ft,” “350 ft,” “300 ft” respectively. Any ball that would clear these fences would be considered a home run.
“Wow. This really is a full-sized baseball field,” Miles said.
“Just about,” Sabrina said. “The distances to left, center, and right, are about what you’d expect in some minor league fields. Maybe just a bit smaller.”
“I doubt many of us could hit a baseball 300 feet,” Conrad said. “That’s quite the distance for an amateur.”
“It’s true,” Sabrina said. “Baseball and softball are very difficult sports.”
“Baseball also requires at least nine people on each side, so it looks like we’re not going to be able to play a full-scale game with just the fourteen of us anyway,” Emma said.
“I thought you didn’t know much about baseball?” Marin asked.
“I know about the numbers part of it,” Emma said. “Being a mathematician, there are a lot of stats in baseball that are interesting to calculate like WRC+, ISO, WAR, FIP, etc.”
“I don’t know what any of those are…” Miles said.
“Casual,” Sabrina said.
“I’m not a casual!” Miles refuted. “I just tend to care more about getting hits and hitting home runs because that’s what the chicks dig, and guys look hot doing!”
“No one here has any shame…” Amber said.
“Our group definitely got stuck with the least serious people...” Emma said with her hand on her forehead. “Let’s look through the dugouts to see if there’s anything of interest. Boys, go check the 'away’ dugout and we’ll check the ‘home’ one.”
“Roger,” Conrad said. Miles and I followed him to the other side of the field.
Once we arrived at the dugout, we saw that it appeared just as one would expect. I think we all expect these places to have some sort of horror movie-esque qualities to them based on the fact that this place is meant to result in our deaths, but pretty much every spot is just as it is advertised here. The dugout was made entirely out of wood. There was a bench across the back wall, a small fence in front of the dugout, a water cooler that was filled with a liquid of some kind, some disposable cups next to the cooler, two buckets, (one with gum and the other with sunflower seeds), and a bat rack plastered to the wall in the back corner. There were no bats on it at the moment.
“Hey! A water cooler! I’m really starting to like this floor,” Miles said. “I was worried I’d go crazy with boredom with only having those dumb books for entertainment, but things are looking up now! This floor has everything a man could want.”
“Yeah it does!” Conrad said, hi-fiving Miles. “This floor seems like a good place to blow off some steam. What’s in the water cooler?”
Miles took a cup, filled it slightly, and took a sip.
“It tastes like fruit punch,” he said. “It’s a sports drink of some kind.”
“Now we’ve even got a way to get some electrolytes,” Conrad said. “I wonder who fills it when it’s empty?”
“Who cares? As long as someone does it, I’m happy,” Miles said. “Looks like that’s everything. Let’s go meet up with the girls.”
We walked back towards the other dugout where the girls were waiting for us. They each had a cup of the unnamed sports drink from their own dugout.
“What flavor is yours?” Miles asked.
“Grape,” Emma said before taking another sip.
“We had fruit punch in ours,” Conrad said. “Was your dugout normal too?”
“It was,” Sabrina said. “Just your average wooden dugout with the regular baseball snacks you’d expect.”
“Well, I guess that’s all the areas that we’ve been tasked with checking out,” Emma said. “We had more areas to cover, so I imagine the others are waiting for us in the cafeteria by now. It is almost dinner time after all.”
“Let’s not keep them waiting then,” Conrad said.
We all walked towards the staircase to the first floor.