"Thank you." Ken smiled, although the action required some effort. The thought of gathering supplies still troubled him.

Any further worry, however, ceased when the intercom came to life, filling the empty room with laughter. Disturbing laughter. By the time the Head Doctor trailed off into static, a creeping sensation rested on the back of Ken's throat, every hair on his neck stood on its end.

Sadly, the boy was right to react in that way. Although barely anything in the tirade made sense, he understood the basics: someone had died--killed, from the sounds of it. And the good doctor was calling for spectators to the body.

Not the best thing to listen to right now. Ken stared at the direction of the broadcast in shock, before sharply bringing his head down in disgust.