The Killing Game

Run...Hide...Die... Part 1

                Fight or flight... It's the feeling you get when your back is are against the wall, your options are slim and your life is on the line. It defines what kind of person you are and if you have what it takes to survive. 

        The doors open and the game has begun. Wes and Maya exit the room and enter the dark and dusty hallway of the broken down hotel. "Stay quiet and don't let go." said Wes as he grabbed Maya's hand. They walked slowly and quietly against the wall. The sound of screams and explosions can be heard from a distance. Two down... They turn the corner and enter a room that seems to be abandoned. "Get the chair." ordered Wes. Maya walked to the other side of the room and grabbed the chair. She handed it to Wes and he pinned the chair against the door. "So we're just gonna wait here?" asked Maya. 

        "For now... We'll let them kill each other off and then we'll make our move." answered Wes. 

        "Oh god, this is crazy.." said Maya. Wes leaned his head against the wall checking if anyone was approaching them. Maya sat on the bed talking to herself in disbelief. "I haven't seen my parents in over a year... They must be worried sick." she cried. Wes signalled Maya telling her to be quiet. "Someone's coming..." he said. Wes grabbed Maya and ran for the closet. The footsteps grew louder and louder. The door was smashed open by a large man with a large scar across his face. There were two men after him armed with machetes. The big guy was unarmed. While the three guys were fighting Wes and Maya saw a little girl. hiding underneath the bed with her hand covering her mouth. The big guy grabbed the chair from the floor and used to disarm the two men. He threw one of men against the wall knocking him unconscious. The other man tried to run away but the big guy grabbed one of the machetes from the floor and threw it against his back. The man was lying on the floor and was trying to crawl away. The big guy walked over to him and dragged him back into the room near his partner. He pulled out the machete and lifted both men by their necks and squeezed until their necks were broken. The large man slowly walked towards the door. He stopped and turned his head slowly towards the bed. He then turned his head towards the closet and said a few words in Russian before walking out the room.