All Your Twisted Secrets

by Diana Urban

there was nothing I could do to stop drowning in my own panic. No way to claw myself free. No way to escape.

The thing about being trapped in a room with five other people, a bomb, and a syringe of lethal poison is that at some point, shit’s going down. No matter how frantically you claw at rationality, how desperately you cling to common decency, you eventually give in to your basic instinct to survive.