The Last Survivor

Chapter 4

The guy with the bandana took Amy with him and locked her in a cage a few feet away from Will. "Please, let me go!" She pleaded in tears.

I looked down at the ground, ashamed of myself for not being able to help my new friends.

Denis walked closer to the other team with the bag. They all took a rock out of it and Denis told them to do the same thing as us. This time, two guys got black rocks. One of them was tied to the table and the other one was locked in another cage.

"Now, here's what you'll have to do. My friends, here, are going to make your friends swallow the keys to the cages." He announced, a smirk spread across his face. We turned around and saw two other guys placing a funnel over Will's and that other guy's mouth. They took a bottle of water and downed it in the funnels, putting a small key with it too. They wiggled around, not wanting to swallow, but they were forced to since the funnel was deep down their throats. "I guess you know what you guys will have to do now." He looked at us, smiling devilishly. "You're gonna have to cut open your friends to get the key or the other ones in the cages will die." At this point, we were all stunned, looking at each other with the same scared look. We couldn't just kill our friends, but at the same time, what would happen if we didn't do anything? Would Amy and Will get killed? Or would all be killed? We had no idea.

"You have five minutes. Go!" Denis exclaimed.

We stayed silent for a few seconds but then ran toward the tables.

"Guys, try to find something to cut him open," Brendon ordered.

"Are you kidding me right now? You're really going to do this?" Will yelled.

"Yeah, what the fuck, Brendon?" I spoke up.

"Oh shut up, okay?" He replied, pointing his finger at my face, "Do you want to die? I don't think so. Neither do I. And I guess you don't want Amy to die either. So move your ass and help us get this fucking key."

A guy of our team came with a sharp rock and gave it to Brendon. He got closer to Will and placed the rock over his now bare stomach. "I'm sorry, dude," He apologized.

"No!" I exclaimed, trying to take Brendon's hands away from Will, but it was too late. Blood was now flowing out of the poor guy's stomach and filling his mouth. I gagged as the other person from my team put their hands into Will's guts. They got his guts out and I couldn't retain myself anymore, I turned around and threw up what little I had in my stomach.

I felt hands on my back and looked over my shoulder to see Pete. "Hey, you okay, buddy?"

"Do I look okay?" I retorted angrily, sweat all over my face and drool coming out my mouth.

He pursed his lips, a shy smile on his face. "Sorry."

"You're not helping them?" I asked.

"No. See? I don't have blood on my hands," He said, showing me his hands

"I got the key!" A guy from our team exclaimed.

We turned around and saw him running toward Amy's cage and opening it. She took him in his arms, happy that she was still alive. What a stupid move. These guys would be able to kill her to save their lives and she hugs them?

"Yellow team. Stop everything." Denis called. The yellow team stopped what they were doing, their hands still inside the guts of their guy. "You failed. Bryan will die."

"No no no," The captain of the team spoke up, "We can still get the key. Leave us some time."

"Nope." Denis replied sternly. "Guys, kill him."

A guy came up to Bryan's cage and shot him in the head. His body fell to the ground and everyone looked around. I sighed shakily, keeping my gaze on the ground.

"Now you can go back to your camps. Have a nice day." He smiled.