Hide(9)

“What are you looking for?” Mack asks, unable to help herself. The way beautiful Ava scans everything makes her nervous, like there’s something she should be looking for, too.

“Cameras. Surely they’d want this footage, too?”

Mack flinches, joining suit. But she doesn’t see anything that looks like a camera. “We haven’t signed everything in the packet yet,” Ava points out.

Beautiful Ava relaxes, her posture falling. She eyes Brandon critically. His features are blandly pleasant. Not handsome, not ugly. Skinny face, crooked teeth, small, kind eyes. There’s nothing threatening in him. She decides to respond to his question, since no one else has. But keep it friendly, not flirty. He’s not a good alliance. “Yeah, I think this is gonna be super fun!”

Mack and Ava don’t comment. It would feel like a lie to Mack to act excited. But she feels a little bad at the expectation on Brandon’s face, so she offers him a quick nod.

“I think it’s gonna be awful,” Ava says, reaching down to shift her right leg’s position.

Brandon laughs like it’s a joke, and Ava lets him.

As breakfast is served, Linda does exactly as suspected and proceeds to read the entire packet aloud to them. The only kindness is that she skips the legal documents in front. No one ever reads those anyway.

As soon as Linda begins reading the itinerary, LeGrand closes his with a relieved sigh and leans forward, listening intently. Mack doesn’t. She’s already committed all the relevant information to memory. The rest is just details.

Fourteen competitors.

Seven days.

A thirty-minute hiding window given at the start of each day—which is dawn.

Gameplay continues until dusk.

At dusk, everyone leaves their hiding spots and returns to base camp for their evening meal and sleeping.

“Will there be cabins? What are the room situations?” Isabella asks. She’s subletting an apartment from a friend of a friend and has two roommates, so it’s bound to be a step up from the modified closet masquerading as a bedroom that they gave her. She actually has to go through a bathroom to get to her room, so if one of her roommates is in the shower or on the toilet, she’s locked away from or inside of her own bedroom until they finish.

“Oh,” Linda says, pursing her lips. “It’s more of a camping scenario. There are toilets and showers, of course. And a covered pavilion with cots and bedding. It’s much easier than transporting you to and from the site every day. This gives you a lot more downtime.”

“Cots?” Isabella was wrong. It’s not a step up. How is she going to keep herself looking presentable the whole time? She needs a job out of this. “We’re sleeping outside?”

“Part of the game, I’m afraid.”

“What about eating during the day?” Rebecca asks. She envies people who don’t have to consider every single thing they ever eat.

“There will be supplies. You can take them into the park with you.”

“The park?” Ava sits up straight. This is the first detail they’ve been given about where they’ll be hiding.

Linda slaps a hand over her mouth. “Whoopsie! No more about that! But you’ll have supplies to choose from every morning.”

“What about when we have to pee?” Rebecca continues. “Will there be breaks during the day?”

Linda clears her throat. “As I said, there will be supplies. Jars with lids included.”

“Sucks to be a girl.” Jaden and Logan fist-bump and laugh.

“We really can’t take bathroom breaks?” Rosiee asks, nervously twisting her silver bracelet. She has a history of UTIs and has no desire to do anything that might trigger another one.

“I’m afraid from dawn until dusk the game is active. If you are found for any reason—medical emergency, bathroom emergency, food run, anything—that’s that. No exceptions.”

Mack tries not to smile as the majority of the room shifts nervously, whispering to each other. The careful blonde from the shelter was right. Mack’s practically been training for this for years now. She’s never been lucky—or she’s the luckiest unlucky girl alive, depending on your viewpoint—but maybe, just maybe, that’s changed.

“Mackenzie Black?” The muscled guy looks up, searching the room. Mack doesn’t respond. Her plate is nearly empty. “Why do I know that name?”

She should have read the back of the packet. All their names are listed. Shit. She doesn’t need this complication.

The toothpaste commercial stands up. Linda is outside, making final arrangements with a couple of men and a supply truck. Gary, thankfully, is back in the kitchen. “We should do introductions! I didn’t get to talk to everyone while we were waiting yesterday. I’m Rebecca Andrews. I’m an actress. I like long walks on the beach and ridiculous competitions. Though I’ll admit I’m disappointed that we don’t have more diversity in the group to reflect our beautiful country’s”—she reaches for a word, but ends up repeating—“uh, diversity.” She’s obviously disappointed in herself for not being more eloquent.

Ava and Rosiee, the only people in the room who aren’t white or white-passing, share a long-suffering look, but neither engages. Mack doesn’t blame them. It’s not like Rebecca would give up her spot here so someone “diverse” could have a chance.