Serena

Chapter 22

Serena's POV

A long silent pause as I aim my gun straight firmly within my grip but there was no sign of anyone when I reach the sound. I carefully circle the surrounding slowly, confirming whether I had missed any evidences or traps behind.
Looking down I notice a small dark patch of dirt visible from the dried leaves and sticks, though my vision googles can only provide my Achromatopsia a hint more of light to see.
As I study the print, leaves starts to fall in front of me.... There is no wind.

Instantly I leap back with my gun pointed straight up the large tree, and sure enough the fucker was standing on a thick branch. I fire two shots, one to his chest and another to his head. He dies immediately after the second shot and his body falls from where he stood on the branch but his lifeless body swings by the rope attached to his wrist.

I blow my whistle to signal the first kill but seconds later another whistle follows after mine. A longer and stronger blow, must be Aaron's cockiness.

Just when I was about to continue my solo hunt, the hang man's transceiver starts to buzz and flash on his chest.
I heard this before, I remember reading the manual for them saying it's for other members to track their whereabouts.

They're coming my way now. How convenient ?

I search ahead seeing a suitable tree not too far from the man's corpse and tucked my gun back into my pocket straps before pulling out my knife.
Holding the knife in my right hand I jab the knife into the tree to anchor myself through my climb.

Not long after, footsteps rustled beneath me and I spot two well-built men approaching from opposite sides of the corpse's tree each holding long falchions in hand.
I steadily tucked my knife back in its place and wiggled my gun back out again. I aim towards the furthest man from myself and fire once his face came to clear view.
Idiots who are not trained professional would shoot the one closes to them leading them lead to danger and risk to upon themselves as the other survivor would either get away or know your location. You do not want to expose your spot to an enemy once you hit a target.

The man instantly fall to his knees and dropped to the floor making his comrade flinch and spin in circles. He quickly takes side way steps with his head tucked low towards the man I had just shot. As he kneel down to check the pulse, I fire again and don't miss.
I never miss the target.

Before blowing the whistle I securely shot them both another time in the head then blew the whistle once and pause then another whistle. That gives me 3 kills in total. I win Aaron.

Climbing down the tree I hear the final  whistle blow from across the forest and released a successful breath out my lungs. Walking out the forest ground I find myself following the moon instead of heading back towards the camping houses.

I slide out of my vision googles once my view no longer has dark tall trees in front of me but now... a clear and open sight of the cliff side. Walking out I can hear the thundering crashes of the waves below with the wind carrying the aroma of salt.
I take a seat at the edge with my legs dangling down the dark pit and left my balaclava up until only my mouth is exposed. Digging in my hoodies' pocket I pull out my cigarette box and lighter. Taking the a cigarette out the box and placing it between my lips I flick the lighter's cap and ignite the flame to the end.

While I smoke I sat and admired the peaceful sight it has to offer me.
Black, white and endless shades of grey.

Steps approaches me and my reflex waste no time to abandon my cigarette down the pit hole then pull my balaclava down again.
"It's dangerous sitting there." The voice low and dead. Then he sits beside me with his leg crossed and his arm supporting his weight as he leans back and stares at me.