The Games is the most sought after event.
And the creators are finally back after a long hiatus with a new architect.
New designs.
New challenges.
Who will be chosen? Who will survive? And who will emerge victorious.
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Started: Jun 09, 2020
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Jimin panted hard as he jumped over the falled chunks of cements, upturned cars and things he couldn't identify. He was trying to find a place close to a lot of water, since it was the only thing he could use as weapon. Jimin groaned, shooting his hand upwards and another water from the nearby regions, the water-coolers, tank, underground pipes burst open. The pressure with which the wave of water hit them, knocked them out cold. And those who weren't were faced with ice shards hitting them repeatedly until they fell down.
He looked up to the raven sky. The moon was high up in the sky, right above him, meaning that it must be midnight. He knew that he was stuck in the game and for some reason Hoseok was unable to get him out. Then his eyes fell back to the scene around him.
All the players were either unconsciousness or were dead. And only Jimin was left. He had searched the entire perimeter but couldn't find Yoongi anywhere. He thought that for some reason or the other Yoongi might have gone out of the perimeter and in that case, it would be really difficult for Jimin to find him in the entire. Neither was he sure where to start looking nor did he have the energy to do so.
He hardly had enough energy to initiate in a plain sword fight and now after conjuring up that huge wave of water had pushed him past his limit. The world around him slowly faded out of focus. His mind felt fogged. His legs shook and as he took a step to balance himself, his legs gave out and fell down on the ground. His hands caressed his head, but with each second his vision blacked in.
He felt down on limply on the ground. His heartbeat lowering with each second.
"Hyung..." Jimin whimpered softly.
He was aware that he was covered in blood and it was moments before the Infected found him. He creased his brows together when he saw a figure hovering above him and felt felt his body being lifted up a little.
He sensed a tap on his right pocked and then some sounds that he couldn't hear in his present conditions.
"Jimin don't die... please... I didn't fight a horde of Infected just to see you die once again" Jimin obviously recognized the voice and weakly raised his hand feel his cloth before clutching onto it. His grip wasn't strong and fingers hurt from curling them up.
"Open your mouth prince" He heard Yoongi coax before a thumb was placed in his chin and opened his mouth. He felt a thick, warm and sweet liquid trickle down his throat.
"It'll be okay" He heard Yoongi coo, "It's over"
Jimin closed his eyes and sighed. As the seconds passed he started feeling better. His muscles weren't numb anymore. His heart didn't feel like it would stop any moment. He lungs were functioning properly and his vision was focusing again.
The first thing Jimin saw was Yoongi's dark eyes that were filled with worry. He felt the elder's hand raking through his hair and realized his head was lying on his lap.
