Weston laid on the bottom of a bunk bed, pondering about the usefulness of his team. He thought long and hard about the situation. "Damon cares only for himself, no one else," Weston thought. "If it comes down to it, he will have my vote to leave the competition. Oleta, on the other hand, looks to be reliable. She will be perfect for any agility related challenges and team work. Bright and Hank only seem so far only useful for their votes." He let out a sigh. "Let's hope the rest of us can cooperate," he said but then was interrupted by his howling stomach. "Hehe....better get you something to eat," he said patting his exposed gut, smiling. Weston headed to the cafeteria and was surprised to see three new competitors. "Great," he said under his breath, "more to compete against. He headed over and grabbed a few slices of pizza and made a seat by Glaive.