The RLC Games (Discontinued)

The Gravity Grid Enters

Rick glare at you, pointing a gun in your face Who the hell are you and what are you doing alone in these woods...

"Oh, I'm just trying to enjoy a meal," I say nonchalantly as I hold up my sandwich. "Why are you pointing a gun in my face?" I take a bite of my ham and cheese. 

"This forest is overrun with walkers. You shouldn't be out here alone, let alone eating."
He looks at my sandwich "Can I have a bite?" 

I reach into my bag and toss him an apple. 

He catch it. "... Thanks?"He looks around. "What even is your name?" 

"Most call me DV." I respond. "Don't worry, the necros know better than to come here." I offer him one of my root beers. 

"Hmm. Okay. I'm Rick. You still shouldn't be out here alone, even with knowledge of their path."
He takes the root beer. "... What are necros?" 

"You call them walkers, I call them necros. We both aren't wrong." I crack the soda open and take a sip. It was smooth, just a tad bit flat. "Though walkers less run and more shamble about. I took a look at the term Necromancer, someone who raises the dead, hence necro." 

"Oh. So you've seen the walkers."
He takes a sip "You've been alone this whole time, you mean?"

"Pretty much. You?" 

"Yeah. How do you keep yourself sane? Don't you ever get lonely?" 

"Technically, I've always been insane. At least by society's standards." I take another bite of my sandwich. 

"Well, I mean that makes 2 of us. What did you do... pre-apocalypse? You know, before this place went to shit." 

"Worked a dead-end job at a grocery store, supported my younger brother who went to the local community college for animation. The usual bull." 

"I'm guessing he didn't survive, or else he'd be with you right now." 

"Nah. He just split from me. We might've supported each other, but we didn't always see eye to eye." 

"Ah" He takes a sip "How old is he?" 

"By now, he'd probably be nineteen. How bout you? Any siblings, spouse, kids?" 

"I used to live with my wife and our 2 kids... until I lost them." He sighs. "The world's gone to hell, that's for sure." 

I nod in agreement. "If you could fix it, would you?" 

"I've asked myself that question before. Do I return to my old life? Would the cost be worth it? Would it be possible?" He thinks for a while longer "But it doesn't even matter. You have to live in the present. I don't have the power to fix things... but I can help a small number of people. What about you, do you think the world could be fixed?" 

"I know so. And I know just how to do it." 

"Well, that sounds like a very bold statement. You have my attention." I look at him. "How?" 

"There's a reason why me and my brother split up. We might've not seen eye to eye too much, but we did get along well enough. We split to find competitors for a little... tournament we're working on." 

"A tournament? You mean... like, The Hunger Games?" 

"Close. And the prize, whatever you get at the games, and a little spell called Wish."