The Last Survivor

Chapter 3

A/N : So, since I haven't updated this story in a long time, there's gonna be a chapter today then one wednesday. The others chaper will be posted every wednesday.

A few months after I received that email, it was time to go. I left Chicago early in the morning and met up with some of the crew of the show at an airport in California. We then took a plane to Hawaii where I met the other people that would participate to this game. There were ten of us, and almost all of us were guys. The next morning, we took a boat to the island where the game would take place.

As soon as we arrived at the island, the game already had begun. We met the presenter of the show and - to my surprise - it was the same that stopped me in the street that night; his name was Denis.

"Hi everyone and welcome to The Last Survivor," He started, "As you know, you'll be put into two teams of five, the yellow team and the red team. There'll be two kinds of games, one every day. The first one is the comfort game, where you'll play to win food or other things to survive in your camp. And the second one is the immunity game. If you win this game, you won't go to the board, at the end of which one of you will be eliminated."

We all shook our heads in understanding, then Denis called two people to be the captain of the teams. The captain of the red team was a tall guy named Brendon, and the one of the yellow team was a guy named Charles.

"Peter." Brendon called.

People's names were called and I was the last one to be chosen. Chosen isn't the right word, though, because Brendon actually didn't have a choice and was forced to have me on his team. It was like in school, nobody wants the short and chubby guy to be in their team.

The first days actually weren't that bad. I got hungry really fast, but it wasn't too bad. The first games were pretty easy and our team won the immunity. But then came the second comfort game and that's when it all went south.

We met Denis on the beach before the game.

"So, as you can see, Rory from the yellow team got eliminated last night." I looked around and realized that the blonde guy from the other team was missing. That sucks, the guy seemed nice, I thought he would have gone further in the game. "And before we start the next game, I need to tell you something." Denis paced in front of us, his hands behind his back, "This game isn't what you think it is." He stopped and looked at us, a grin on his face. When he said that, the same confused expression appeared on everyone's face. "It's not a game where one of you will get a million dollars if you win." He faced us and brought his hands back in front of him, "I came up with the idea of this 'game' months ago, and I really wanted to do it, but I realized nobody would let me do it since it's kinda...illegal." He chuckled, looking down, "So, I lied and they gave me money and a team to shoot this thing." I looked around and now the cameramans, sound engineers and all the staff were now as confused as us. "I really hate people," He spoke again, a look of disgust on his face, "They're stupid; they believe everything we tell them and hurt others just for fun. I want my revenge." He said that last sentence sternly, "That's why I decided to create a game where I'll test people to see how far they would go to actually be nice to one another. And you guys already did something wrong, by eliminating Rory last night, you killed him." He grinned.

We all gasped, looking at each other in awe. We didn't know what was happening but it wasn't good. We weren't safe anymore.

"Wait, what are you talking about? That wasn't supposed to go like that." A guy from the staff said.

Suddenly, a guy with a red bandana over his mouth and nose came out of nowhere, and with the order of Denis, shot that guy in the head.

Denis looked at the other staff members. "Keep filming and don't say a word if you don't want to end up like him."

"You're insane!" A guy named Will from my team cried.

Denis looked at him straight in the eyes, clearly not amused by what he just said, "Oh, so you want to start first?"

Will's eyebrows knit together. "What do you mean?"

Denis waved his hand in the air and the guy grabbed Will's arms firmly. He led him to what looked like a table behind us and tied him to it.

"What are you doing? Stop!" Will shouted as he struggled, trying to free himself.

"I'm now gonna choose three of you to participate. One in the red team and two in the yellow one." He grabbed one of the bags next to his feet and walked closer to my team. "I'm gonna need you to take a rock that's in this bag and look at it only when I'll tell you. The person with the black one will participate." He opened the bag and extended it to one of the guys - Mark - of my team. Mark looked at the bag then back up at Denis, fear in eyes.

"I said take one." He ordered sternly.

Mark put his hand in the bag and took a rock out of it. We all did the same and kept the little rock in our hands, not looking at it.

"Put your hands in front of you, facing the ground." We did as said. "Turn it to the sky. Open it." We opened our hands and I sighed in relief when I saw that I got a white rock. But at the same time, I heard someone gasp. Amy, a young girl from my team, got the black one.  

(Rory died...again)