The idea of food did tempt her. Really more than it should. She had gorged herself the night before afterall, plus this place seemed to be made of food. Seemed to be...

But wait, Howard couldn't see out of his right eye? At all? That hit must have messed him up even worse than she thought. That didn't seem like good news at all.

Howards suggestion shocks her. She hides it, but still it shocks her. A bomb? Again, the obvious answer stops her from asking for what. But a bomb? How many people would that kill? It seemed so definitive. So deliberate. This wasn't scrapping with sharp metal in order to get out alive. This was plotting.

It's the smirk that gets her. Was it a grim smirk or was he actually excited?

Was that what this place did to you? Yes, the FAYZ had always had a way of desensitizing you to death. But actually causing a death typically still held its weight. Howard wasn't some little kid hiding behind the bigger ones. He was a murderer.

Diana didn't want to be a murderer. First hand or otherwise. But she didn't want to seem weak either. Not if this is what you had to step up into to survive here.

Since when did Diana Ladris cave to peer pressure? Peer pressure from one little FAYZ boy?

Since now apparently.

"That depends, what do I need to do?"