The warden raised his eyebrows to the meal comment. "Yes well that's what I want to hear." he cleared his throat. "I want you all to remember that this is My arena. I will be watching and I do have the power to make your team vanish. Most likely to feed the zombies. You keep my viewers happy, and you win. Fight hard and make it look good." he stepped off the platform and waved over another man. The Warden left.<br/><br/>The other man stood on the platform and explained what was going to happen. He read out groups of fore and the Groups moved to there designated armories. James, The wolf, and Iron man were all in Delta group. A big Blue 'D' was on top of the armories. James was the first in.<br/><br/>The room was exactly what it implied, an Armories. Lots of ammo crates and weapon lockers lined the walls. Unfortunately they were locked. There was a Table set out with a table cloth over it. Fore Body vests were stacked neatly on the table, beside them was a crowbar, a kitchen knife, An old fashion Iron, and a Revolver that was already loaded. In the far corner close to a set of doors was a machine gun mounted to the ceiling with a security camera attached to it. Under the turret was a sign that read 'Broken Lockers will result in Broken Bodies.'