Cameron
I watched the light fade across the wall as the sun went down and then watched as it slowly crept back across the wall as the sun rose through the broken window that was ten feet off the ground. I don't know who slept, but I definitely didn't. That word kept jumping around in my mind, a word that was just supposed to be something out of books and movies and video games, it wasn't supposed to exist. But it did, zombies are a reality. A fucked up, crazy, sickening reality. I wonder how many people will live through this, if any at all.
I looked over at Snow who was leaning into Tobias now and not Ryan, a strand of now straight black hair hanging in her face, swaying as she breathed. I sighed and cracked my knuckles, stretching my arms.
My brother is dead. He was shot by Tobias two days ago. I haven't slept since then, I know because I watched the sun rise and set through the broken little window. I watched the green light on the camera that is watching us blink on and off continuously. I wonder if Sam would have gone insane by now. No, Sam was always more sensible. He would be trying to calm everyone and keep them calm.
I searched the room for another pair of blinking eyes and made eye contact with Mason. I think he's going a little insane, he's been rocking back and forth for a while now. I looked up at the camera with the blinking green light, expecting them to call another group of two out into the maze. I snorted at the thought.
"How cliché..." I shook my head, still laughing a bit. I didn't expect Ryan to reply from across the room.
"What's cliché?" He said, his voice scratchy. Ashley was slung under his arm, her head in his lap. Brotherly love I guess.
"This. Making a real life video game, there's been shows and shit about this." I look at Ryan as he places his hand on Ashley's head almost protectively.
He shrugs and stares at something on the ground. "I guess so..." Others were starting to wake up now, including Ashley. They rubbed their eyes, stretched, and yawned blinking before frowning and realizing they were still trapped in this hell.
"I want to go home..." I heard Ashley whisper to Ryan. I looked at them and he was frowning and putting her hair behind her ear. I shook my head at Tobias who seemed to move on awfully quick from his girlfriend's death. He sat close to Snow, watching her as she whispered something to him. Maybe he was just heartbroken enough that he was just spacing out.
When everyone was awake, the intercom went off with the usually cocky, cheery voice hidden behind a bunch of controls and wires.
"Good morning players... How did those of you that slept, sleep? I think it's time to play our game you've now known as Die to Live thanks to your friend, Bria. She figured it out and told you all. Well, we've added new thrills and obstacles. If your wrists have a glowing number two on them, well, let's just say one of you will have to die so the other can live."
There was a gasp and then a sob as Bria's name was mentioned and a louder sob as the intercom cut out. I took a deep breathe, trying to stop shaking, and turned my hand over so my palm was facing up. I looked at the glowing blue number on my wrist and bit my tongue, holding back a strangled sob. I am number two, and it's my turn to play.
I blinked back tears as I pushed myself up and away from the wall, every inch of me shaking in fear. It's okay to cry, no one will judge you anymore. But I refuse to cry. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and looked over as Maddy stood up, trembling.
"Mads..." I wanted to tell her I wouldn't let her die for me but I could barely get her nickname out. I won't let her die. I will not let her die. I don't want to let her die but would I die for her? I don't think I would even though I grew up with everyone in this room including her.
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Die to Live *EDITING*
Science FictionWhen sixteen close high school students decide to go party for the night, things take a turn and they end up facing their deaths, one by one. Five brothers. Two teams. Two guns. One life or another. *In the process of editing*