There curled in a ball, like an armadillidiidae, his senses were jolted with a battering wave of confusion. Chad last remembered the scene of a rotting casket laid behind the pulpit of a small quaint church located in an off suburban neighborhood.
Not wanting to find out where he was or how he get here, he only wanted to wake up from all the sounds of people screaming and that hopefully no one would notice him underneath the concrete stairs. This was something of the future. The sound of zooming hover boards whooshing by and electric bullets flying from the guns rays were surrounding this concrete playground of abandoned high rise buildings.
Blood splattered above him and trickled down the stair case dripping onto the floor of where he stayed curled in protection. He shivered in panic and hoped that all of this was some bad nightmare coming to an end, but no matter how hard he prayed, Chad still was here.
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Underneath the Dirt
Short StoryChad finds himself placed in an arena to defend for the glory of his teammates. Either do that or be killed himself.
