Bryce sat down in the cage, and ripped off the reaming sleeve of his undershirt, wrapping it tightly around his wound on his shoulder. It was rather hard considering that the pain in his left arm was great enough to keep him from using it. He’d have to wait until later when the pain went away. For now, it was up to his right arm alone.<br/><br/>Once he was done, Bryce noticed the timer outside of the cage. He pondered at what it was being used for, but he knew that it was never good. Bryce stood back up, and yelled back over to the girls in their own cages. “What’s the timer for?!” The young man asked, having missed the first half when they were told of the instructions for the test. All he knew so far was that his life was in danger, along with Kathleen.