The Gamers? Who are the Gamers? Why do we have to be so quiet? Is it bad that we're alone?
A high pitched squealing came from the darkness. Metal against metal screeching pierced through the air like nails on a blackboard. That's not good.
I feel bad lying here helplessly but I don't want to experience standing up.
“Gamers?"
“Shh," she got closer and closer.
The strange blood curdling noises got louder, whatever it was it wasn't human and wasn't going to back down.
I winced, whatever's about to happen it won't be pretty.
“Three." She said to herself.
“What are you doing?"
“Two."
“No! Stop! Don't do this it might be dangerous!" I shuffled and slid across the floor to her feet. Stating the obvious seems like the only thing I can do right now.
“I have too. It's for the Game," she pleaded but I gripped onto her leg.
“North! Ash, Ever! North!" I screeched.
Oh my days.
“One."
“Please."
She launched her body across the dark opening and she disappeared. Forever. Not one sound was made. Not one soul could reach out. I couldn't protect her. I didn't save her. I just let her go.
The whirling and scraping had finished. My body had given up.
What if it'll come after me?
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