Survival - An Original Applyfic

_Chapter Five_

And that's when television static filled everyone's ears. A horrid noise. Everyone out their hands up to cover their ears from the sound, but it still invaded their hearing.

"What the hell!" Wilder shouted over the static.

Zara huffed looking down at the blood seeping from her cut. Drop by drop, the red liquid met with the hardwood floor, some of the blood staining the old hazel carpet.

The static suddenly stopped, and Scott thought quick. "Guys let's get out of here!" He ran over to the window that Rosanna had broke, while Celina refused to leave Nixon and began calling his name.

Rosanna ran over to Celina to comfort her, while Scott hit a hard realization.

"Oh my god."

Ty turned around to look at the boy, "What's wrong?"

"The window is gone."

Celina began to calm down at the thought that they weren't leaving Nixon, and her breath rhythm went back to normal.

"What do you mean the window is gone?" Ty sounded alarmed.

"He means it's gone you dumbass." Wilder said sarcastically, which bought him a hit on the arm from Zara. "There's wood blocking it or something. It's not even there."

Ty began to walk forward to investigate and Lyre followed him.

"Okay who's planning my funeral?" Lyre joked as she walked passed everybody. Nobody had time to respond, because speakers flooded their ears again. But instead of static, it was a voice.

"Now that you are.. here, only one will leave alive."

The voice was raspy and inhuman. It sounded deprived of water, and as if it had a frog in its throat. It talked very slowly, as if it had never talked before.

"Holy shit." Aj's heart began to beat rapidly.

"Listen to my instructions or... no one will leave alive."

Nobody dared to speak afterwards.

"The hallway... each of you get a room.... go."

There was a moment of silence where everyone was thinking about the same thing. Zara had stepped closer to Wilder without knowing it, scared.

Ty began to step towards the hallway in front of them, and observed the exact thing Celina did, the rows and rows of doors.

He looked back at the others, and motioned for them to follow him. Ty took the room exactly in front of the living room, and everyone else filled in from there.

In each room was a shaggy and worn out bed, a closet (which all were locked tight, even with powers, nobody could open it), and a rather ugly white carpet that was so dirty it appeared light brown. There was also a note, on each and every single bed.

They all stated the same thing:

Dear unfortunates,

Now that you have entered this house, only one will leave alive. I was once in this house the same as you. Everyday one will die. The killers are the ones amongst you, and yourselves. We will play a game. It goes like this: Each day, we will play. All of you are the murderers. Once one dies, the game is over. Whoever killed gets a point. Once there is two players left, the one with the most points wins. The other, g s t n.

At that part of the letter, only some of the letter showed up, the rest were smudged.

At the end of every game, the one who has the most points picks their weapon the next round. Please, do be careful. Do not try to outsmart them. They will punish you for it.

-The Winner Of The Last Game

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Yes yes, very short chapter I know.

I know I might've not been clear at explaining the game, so any questions you have about it ask away.