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so i must have slaughtered at least twelve people. then the canneries tried to take our base. i say tried because they are going to fail.

i think they really thought they had a shot but right now there are enough of us at base to keep us safe. i wonder why they are attacking us. i know that last time amy directly influenced the griffies attacking so therefore soemthing influenced the cannaries. but who did? and i have a sneaking feeling that i know the answer. that i've known the answer since the moment kassie said something before.

the creatures are trying to talk to her. they're trying to make contact with her. this explains why she was reading about the creatures. i'm trying to think of the titles of the books. maybe between the next level and this one i will have to pay a visit to the library.

i bet that kally and luke would come with me. maybe i'll let them in on my theory. we're all worried for kassie. we want her to be better. i just don't know if they know how to help her do that.

the more i develop my idea the more appealing it sounds. i make my way towards the creatures. they make their way towards me. at this point, killing them is like child's play. i've been training so long using them to help me. it racks up my stats though. which is exactly what i wanted to happen. I need more power if I'm going to change this awful place.

I lose track of time, anything in my view gets killed. I am careful to avoid the creature blood, the black blood coagulating into a rock hard coat of goop. I can't move with that. The base looks more like a battle ground than a base. All of the windows splattered in blood and bodies. I can't keep my eyes on one thing. I just need to keep killing. There was something in that cabin. There was something about that cabin. It told me something. Something bad happened to the inhabitant of the cabin just like my dad. Just like Katie's mom. Just like Ken's dad. It makes sense, they're getting plucked off by the government. But what about the other faces? What about the other people? Was everyone dead?

And the all encompassing question.

Why are they being killed?

Anything that is unfortunate enough to make its way into my path dies.

I don't know when I stop. When there's a reason to stop. I don't remember how I stop. At some point all I see is black and red. Objects. Dead things. At some point it's all that's left.

I don't know the time.

I just know that eventually there is nothing more to kill. There is no more screaming. There is no more screeching. There is silence. And then wind. Wind in a calm breeze swirling around us brings a chill. I look into the sky to see deep blue instead of deep black. Dawn is coming. We have spent a full night in the game. Our first night in the game.

And at this my stomach growls.

In the bottom floor there is supposed to be a kitchen. I gulp. But what is waiting for me inside?

I take one more deep breath before making my way towards the dorm.

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