[ WP ] There are 6 people on an elevator . It suddenly shuts down and a voice from the speaker said : The elevator will only function if there is only one left alive .

As the box screeched to a juddering halt, cables screaming in protest, we all looked at each other. Uneasy glances with the fear and rage building behind them, wide-eyed expressions etched on every face. 
 
 The shaking ceased, leaving only a pregnant silence while the lights flickered in uncertainty. Over the next few seconds the stressed exhalations came from the group, sounds of stress to match their looks. Being the nearest to the speaker, I was the first to notice the crackle emanating from the grille. 
 
 The crackle lengthened to a steady hiss, then chimed out in alarm as a voice rang out, the syllables of speech garbled through the tinny speaker inside it. 
 
 `` All of you are trapped. The elevator will only function if there is only one left alive.'' 
 
 I could n't stop the sharp intake of breath as each word coursed through me, the meaning of them colliding with my conscious thoughts and ripping a tear in my soul. Hastily flicking my head back towards the rest of the group, they looked at the speaker, their eyes widening further still but mingled with something like confusion pressing its way into them. 
 
 `` What does it mean?'' I asked, to be met with furrowed brows and several uncomfortable shakes of the head, exchanging yet more glances between them. I scanned their faces, searching for any sign of recognition, but found only the fear. 
 
 `` This ca n't be real,'' somebody muttered: the woman holding an armful of groceries who had entered at the same time as me, dark bags of unrest sitting heavy under her eyes from a long day of stress. Perhaps she had wanted some relax in the evening, but now found herself here with the rest of us. 
 
 `` What he said. It ca n't be true, right?'' I continued, and they all looked at me. Shifting bodies and glances gave the answer I feared, and I knew they all believed the message to some extent. But who would act first? How long would we stand in silence before doing something? 
 
 I pulled out my phone and checked the signal. *NO SIGNAL*. Of course. Just like a horror movie. 
 
 `` Just relax,'' the woman told me, seeking some form of sanity in amongst the truly bizarre situation in which we had found ourselves. 
 
 `` I do n't think relaxing in something you can do here,'' I responded, `` We're trapped.'' 
 
 `` Somebody will help. We can use the alarm.'' she answered in turn. 
 
 `` It wo n't work,'' I muttered, more to myself than her. 
 
 `` Calm down, you're panicking.'' 
 
 Was I? We'd all heard it. *The elevator will only function if there is only one left alive. * Six of us. I would have to make my move first, before someone else did. Make a pre-emptive strike in the name of survival. The man nearest to me eyed me up and down, as if calculating his best chance of taking me out first. 
 
 But I reached out to him first, kissing his teeth with a hastily thrown row of knuckles. He fell down hard and I continued to rain down blows, pulping his face until he stopped stirring and the rest of the occupants stepped away from me. I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders and lashed out, connecting with bone and releasing a grunt of pain. 
 
 `` Fuck!'' somebody screamed. They were next. 
 
 Another pair of hands gripped one side, while another wrapped around my shoulders, stopping me from moving. I would n't let them take me. The pressure tightened, skin bruising under the grip and tendons shrieking in agony. Kicking out at the wall, I propelled my body backwards in attempt to dislodge my assailants. Instead they loosen their grip just enough for me to slam my head into the wall, sending trickling starlight dancing across my vision. 
 
 As the stars fade I hear a voice drifting through the air. 
 
 `` Oh shit, he's having an episode. Call a fucking ambulance.''
