Kyle had been sat in his confinement unit, barely listening to the Announcer. So this was how he was going to go. Either death from the other 'contestants' or death by firing squad. He would prefer the former. Atleast he wouldn't be killed by the goddamn cops, which he oh so dearly wanted to avoid.

The only things the announcer said that Kyle had payed attention to was the other contestants.
'Wilson. [i]Goddamn[/i], Wilson. He was going to be a shitton of trouble. Taller and stronger...Fuck.
Grace. Serial killer. Mysterious. Sorry, girlie, this isn't the streets where you can just poison the water or use the string to suffocate. This is true combat. True combat that I have seen and survived many times.
Jarred was an even match for me, it looked like. Nothing more to say.
Aiden. a businessman in the world of warriors. Heh.
And...The Italian guy. Couldn't pronounce his name if I wanted to.
Oh right. Sophia. A fucking highschooler. Seriously?'

As he was wheeled to the common area, he zoned out for a bit.

Then Wilson spoke in his rough accent, something that Kyle didn't give a damn about. "Yeah yeah...Shut your face, you ass."

[b]"Jesus ain't listenin',"[/b] he heard from Grace.
[b]"don't worry, I don't snuff easily."[/b]
He scoffed.
"This isn't a serial killers' world. You don't have time to plan everything, missy..." He muttered, loud enough to be heard.