Able to hear her own heart pounding in her head, prisoner 7064 swallowed hard at the sight of the gun. This was not a child's game. Not a sick prank or anything that would leave room for friendly wagers. People were going to die. And if her own weapon was anything to go by, pretty quickly too. 

7064 struggled to remember... anything about guns. But all she could recall were the absolute basics. Point the small end toward the target, pull the trigger. Bullets kill people. Bullets... she didn't see any spares in the box. A pang of fear gripped her throat as she came to a realization. She hesitated, not wanting to know just how cruel this game was- but... she HAD to know. She started looking the gun over to figure out how to open the cylinder. Surely just a button or a lever right? Once she'd figured it out she had to check just one thing: Did the gun actually have any bullets in it at all to begin with?

Once she'd made the fateful determination she decided to press on. There was an acid capsule burning inside of her, after all. Bullets or not she had to move. Now. She carefully stowed the note down the front of her shirt and headed for the door checking both ways to see if things were clear, before heading LEFT and down the hallway. Slow and cautious for now, gun held at the ready.