Survival of the Fittest

Chapter 4: Survive the Battle for Stargate!

Chapter 4: Survive the Battle for Stargate!

I awoke in cold sweat.  The dream I had was a far off memory.  I turned my body to see a person laying next to me.  I instantly jumped to my feet.  I then remembered.  20.  She was my only "friend" in this hellhole.  Day Two has begun and the sun was just breaking the horizon.  The creatures from last night were nowhere in sight.  With only 37 Contestants left, the fighting would continue for many weeks.  There would be a constant struggle for territories and places to occupy.  I looked at my wristband.  It was a pale blue with two buttons: a green and a red.  A small black screen was in the dead center of the wristband, displaying a small basic sonar map, displaying the distance at each interval until 500 feet.  One of these sent out a radar signal.  But the other was unknown.  Maybe it was a beacon or something.  I shrugged and pressed the green button.  From the wristband, a silent hum came out from the wristband.  Instantly, a noise came up on my wristband.  I waited a few seconds and heard several more noises.  I looked down at my wristband to see 3 red dots.  One was directly next to me, which I knew was 20.  However, the other two were next to each other as well but at a direct west at about 150 feet.  That meant that they were in Stargate and possibly occupying one of the several houses.  I pondered this thought.  Maybe we could eliminate those two and get their supplies, whether it be weapons or food.  It was a good idea. 

At that instant I felt a small electrical shock all over my body.  The hell?  An enemy?  Impossible; I would have known.  What was that?  20 shifted in her sleep and stretched her arms.  Her hair was a mess as she lay on the ground.  She slowly opened her eyes and rubbed them.

"Morning," she yawned lazily.  She sat up and continued to rub her eyes. I looked at her and took off my hood.  I wore that throughout the night.  I continued to cover my face with the polymagnetic cloth.

"We've got company; 2 people are directly west of us at about 150 feet.  They could be on the move since I used the radar," I told her.  Her eyes flashed with blood-lust.  I walked over to the table and retrieved her scythe.  I held it out in front me me and she gripped it.  I didn't let go.

"Remember what I said: one wrong move and you're dead," I ordered.  She simply nodded.  I moved to the bathroom that was not too far from the kitchen and did my morning routines.  I gave 20 her privacy as she needed.  I pulled the fabric off my face and splashed water on my face.  Once my face was dried, I checked my pulse.  It was steady.  Good, I still have time to continue fighting.  I pulled the fabric on my face again and donned my hood. I exited the bathroom to find 20 tapping her feet.

"Let's go kick their asses," she mused.  She bit her bottom lip, as if concerned.  I frowned. 

"We don't want to be reckless.  It's stupid to rush in guns blazing only to fall into their trap," I refuted.  She puffed her cheeks as if flustered.  What a strange child.  I nodded to her and she followed.  We moved to the front door, the desk still there.  I moved it out of the way and pushed my way through the door.  The sun was above the horizon now, it's warmth precious.  20 walked up next to me.  I looked down at my wristband and pressed the green button again.  The hum was sent out and I waited.  Two chimes once again, only this time they were 50 feet away.

"What the hell was that?" 20 asked, completely puzzled by the noise.  "I felt an electrical pulse."  So that's what it was.

"It's the radar they told us about at Cell Block 8," I told her.  I showed her my wristband.

"They're not far from us, so we'll have company soon."

We walked down the street, towards the red dots.  I wasn't feel cocky, I just wanted to get my blood pumping and get this damn thing over with.  The Death Match was pointless and meaningless.  It was just a way for sick people to entertain themselves in a sick way.  As we continued down the road, two silhouettes came into view.  They continued towards us, almost in the same manner as I approached them.  We eventually faced off in the middle of the road.  Both were males; one carried a gladius and the other a long sword.  Although both similar, the long sword was lighter in weight and had a longer reach, but lacked the ability to break guards.  The gladius was heavy in weight, and didn't have much range but it was better at breaking guards.  These two made a deadly combo.