WHO: Sam Winchester and OPEN
WHAT: Sam's been killed. Now he's alive. He's not really happy about either.
WHEN: Anytime after his death in Week 4
WHERE: District 4 Apartments, Training Center Common Area, and as he explores, the vicinity
WARNINGS: None yet

The last thing he remembered was being dead. Okay, that didn't narrow things down much, because this wasn't the first time Sam had woken up when he shouldn't have. He'd had an inkling this would be the case, here, given their technology and even more advanced sadism. But he hadn't really been thinking about it, in his final moments. He'd been trying to protect De. Why? He wasn't sure, except it had seemed the thing to do.

And anyway, he'd gotten out of the Arena without killing anyone. Wasn't that a sort of victory?

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Sam wandered around the training center, poking into any corner he could find, looking for any information that would lead him out. It was fruitless, he already knew this, and his search was, at times, perfunctory. Habit. Because he had to be doing something, but sometimes, that something resembled the shuffling of an automaton. Everything he knew was gone. And he alternated between manic rage and dogged acceptance. Both were exhausting, even if his body no longer felt the effects of starvation.

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It was inevitable that he'd start to explore. When he wasn't stopped, he ventured further. And it occurred to him that their captors were supremely confident that they would be unable to escape. It was also likely, he thought, that he was being watched constantly--which was why he'd yet to use the communication device. But he could not be deterred from action, even if it was just staying in motion, looking for those he'd met before, inquiring into the deaths of those he'd been briefly comrades with.