The Game

CHAPTER 1

He walked trying to keep he's head low as best as he could. Guershon passed building after building yet there was no sign of the living dead or grownups as others like to say. He continued walking with he's small group. He could hear George and Tyra arguing so loudly behind him. Well, he understood that they haven't been outside for a long time. He stopped just as he saw Arnold signaled them to be quiet. Guershon looked left and right, looking for any sign of danger. But to his disappointment there were none, but he heard a sudden horrified shriek. Like those of a cat. An injured, wailing cat. There was something unnatural about it, something that scared him inside and out. The empty streets only added to the creepiness. He figured it was a girl. Her shrill screeches bounced along like living echoes. He leaned into the wall, trying to think about what to do next.

Just moments ago, the streets were so quiet you could hear a pin drop, deadly in its own state. The poor girl's screeching sounded closer this time, a sign to not drop your guard and to not act stupidly. Yet his body reacted on its own, he pushed forward, keeping he's head low, gripped tightly on his knife and held close to the side of he's body – a stealthy attempt at being ready to attack – or defend on a moment's notice. He looked to his left, there not more than a hundred yards away. An abandoned building, with a greasy color matching it's dirty edges that were slightly covered by it's strange like black color. He moved forward, stealthily aware of his tensed muscles that fought his shirt. A fight for a certain amount of freedom. There were groaning coming from the corner of the street. Groaning for flesh, he could hear the bitter taste of language coming from they're or whoever the groaning came from. The groaning seems to have taken its own form of life like it'd thrash against itself.

He saw two figures afar, arguing perhaps but over something. Someone.

Two male adults fighting over a girl who lied down in pain. She was covered in bruises and scratches that were glowing red. She looked like she just came from a bloody fight. Her figure alone was breathe taking with the two males towering her, it'd looked like she was at the mercy of the grim reaper. It would haunt him, the image itself said, what a living nightmare. Time decided for him that he had to take them out. He took aim at the closest adult, slowly aiming for his head with enough precision and without a warning he threw his knife aiming for the man's head. He watched as the knife flew end over end. It's very tip end burying itself into his head and blood flashed out like rain falling from the heavens itself. The man's screeching rumbled the street as it went right through his head. He fell between his partner's arm, body still in shock as it fell to the ground living off his last breath then he died with his soul going where it deserved.

Not giving the other man a chance to think, he quickly pulled out his axe and ran forward. He let a scream escape and pierced the man's head in two before giving him a chance to fight back. As the man's body rocked forward like it'd been structed by lightning, the look on his dying face sent a chill through his body. The sorrow that released itself into his heart could only be gifted back by nightmares. He'd not forget his face for a very long time, the watching of the last piece of soul left his body and the pale dead color that changed throughout his face would come back to him. Night after night, he sensed and felt it. The others caught up to him rapidly, but he ignored their pity looks and instead focused on the girl. The girl's screaming suddenly stopped, her breathing was rough as she slowly turned to him and looked at him. Their eyes met but he didn't like the way she stared at him. Her dark brown eyes so fixed on him as it peered through his soul. Chills spiked through his veins. He caught the words she was trying to say but couldn't work out the last few words. Arnold stepped down on one knee and wrapped a bandage around her leg to stop the blood from trailing down to the earth.

Tyra smacked his hand away before he could do anymore.

'' You don't know what you're doing.'' she said.