Reverse #WRITEANDWIN (UNDER RE-CONSTRUCTION)

Chapter 1

It was dingy. That was all Brittany could fathom as the rumbling of the rocket ceased the silence over and over. The other four passengers were sat straight, looking around at the small space provided. It looked aged, used, worn out. Brittany inhaled the musky scent with hesitation, before exhaling when she felt the need to cough. Spreading germs in a situation such as this was not a great way to make friends.

"I suggest you all stay back and let the professional handle everything," a man jeered. Seated two spots to Brittany's right, a smirk was playing at his lips as he leaned back. She rolled her eyes, scoffing at his arrogance. That was usually what got people killed.

"You fake, where's your prize?" a woman spoke up. Clearly, she was unafraid of a man's wrath. Especially one such as this. "They say there are prize's, unless they are li-"

"You think I'd cheat?" the man laughed. "I do not use those gifts as privilege against my group, besides, they change every year."

Lips thinning, Brittany turned away from him and the girl. Conversations that didn't benefit, didn't interest her.

She once more glanced around the room with dull enthusiasm. It was dusty, the tips of her boots seemed to be absorbing the grime off the floor with ease. Brittany felt too sick to lift her feet and try to spot what was underneath. Dirt and leaves littered the titanium ground. An apple core was rotting below someone's seat. Brittany wrinkled her nose in disgust, before glancing at a desk coiled with vines. Atop the aluminum was a tooth. Or claw. She couldn't quite interpret the difference as she had never experienced the sight of such a creature's remains.

Dinosaurs. Of all animals, she chose to involve herself in a journey with dinosaurs. She couldn't have at least practiced shooting with a tin can.

"Um—what are we supposed to do? All I hear is that you complete 3 tasks and kill things." A boy spoke up, fumbling with the gun in his hands. He seemed nervous as he played with the nuzzle of danger.

"Stop that!" it was the man from before, "I've had first hand experience with what happens when a part of your group plays with a gun! Besides, you're wrong. There are in fact fifteen stages and three levels. You don't kill the dinosaurs, you have tasks. For example; escape a tyrannosaur or—"

"Basically," Brittany interrupted before the man scared the boy further. "Complete the tasks and gain a prize. It's pretty much classified as a game."

To her relief, he relaxed. Yet she knew for a fact that 'Resurrection' was no ordinary game. More so a horror movie that she and the rest of the group would star in. Not that anyone had ever died before. Resurrection was the name of the activity (risk) you would be attempting to complete in order to win. Everybody claimed different theories as to why it was titled that way. There were two theories of which sounded sane enough to investigate. Yet Brittany knew there could only be one right answer. The developers of the game revealed no explanation, informing everyone that things such as that were better left secret.

"I don't think they even came off." Brittany perked up, what was he talking about? The last group? "The other group, I didn't see 'em get off, did any of you?"

She thought about it for a moment, before shaking her head. In fact, he was right, they didn't get off the rocket. What if she and everyone else were playing as the guinea pigs?

As the rocket grumbled, Brittany held onto the armrests beside her. Digging her nails into them, she looked around at everyone else. She was in a team and she didn't even know their names. They didn't seem to be as panicked as she was. Then again, expressions often deceived people. Sighing and sitting back, she closed her eyes as she awaited the rocket to land.

Best not worry now.