((Lukas Graves continued from A New Morning
Wandering around the island provided little help in Lukas' quest to get out of SOTF, but he and Zoe had managed to successfully avoid any confrontation since they met up at the hotel. Although the day seemed to be dragging on and on, they were keeping themselves alive, which was what really mattered in the long run. He scoffed as he saw a huge sign adorned with a smiling sun. Sure, the place might have been nice before, but there was no way in hell that it was anything worth celebrating now.
Right past the sign, Lukas saw three people gathered around the entrance of a large white building. He hid behind a corner and peeked out to get a view of what was going on. From what he could tell, a huge guy and a skinny guy were beating up some smaller kid. He twisted his face into a grimace as he thought about how messed up this whole situation was.
This game. This fucking game.
Lukas was conflicted. On the one hand, he didn't want to get into a fight, because he knew that was what the producers really wanted. On the other hand, though, he had a hard time convincing himself that he should just leave the poor kid to those two assholes. Looking for an answer, he turned to Zoe, making sure to keep his voice down as he spoke.
"There's three people around the corner. Two of them are beating up on the third. Looks pretty bad, too. You got any ideas?"