I woke up.
I hadn't been expecting that.
The pain had disappeared, replaced by a slight discomfort, caused by something hard underneath my back. Slowly, I manuevered myself into a sitting position and took in my surroundings. What the hell had happened? Gazing around, I tried to find my bearings but it was pitch black, there was no light, not even the reflection of the moon.
I placed my hands on the ground to push myself up and paused. There was something stiff and peeling on my arm. Alarm pulsed through me and I ran a hand along my skin. It felt...sticky, wet, like a thick coating of paint. Confused, I cautiously brought my hand up to my face and sniffed hesitantly. The smell of copper and rust wafted into my nose and I gagged, stumbling backwards a few steps and tripped over a lump on the ground. Frantically, I flailed my arms, just managing to twist around and catch myself so I wouldn't land face first on the ground.
I could feel something soft under my fingertips and carefully probed at the lump. What is that? It was almost warm, soft even. A blinding flash lit up the clearing, illumininating the corpse under my hands. I jumped backwards with a scream. Half blinded by the light, and tripping over my own feet, I could just make out the piles of corpses that were scattered around the clearing. Bodies were everywhere, dismembered parts strewn around, blood seeping into the soil. In my panic I didn't watch where I was stepping, once again tripping over a horribly splayed out corpse, hearing the bones crack under my weight.
Someone I couldn't see shouted from behind the source of the light and I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the new brightness. The sound of sirens reached my ears and I saw flashing lights of red and blue. "Stop! Put your hands up!" I could barely make out the voice over the sirens.
A shot rang out and the voice came again, louder. "I said put your hands up!"
"Okay, okay!" I cried, unsure if they could even hear me over the noise, and slowly raised my hands above my head. As I did so I finally realised what had caused my discomfort.
Sprawled across my body in careful handwritting of blood, repeating over and over, were Severin's final words.
Game Over.
End of Part 1
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Game of Life
ParanormalAfter a late night encounter with a strange old man, Calla wakes up in a nightmare, along with her whole school. Thrown into a demon's sick game they must all work together to survive against nine horrendous monsters determined to end their lives. W...
