Aaron POV-
Once again, like all the other times, I spawn in an unknown place. It was almost like a routine... Spawn, find a gun, shoot the murderer... Spawn, find a gun, shoot the murderer...
I shake my blond hair out of my eyes to observe my surroundings. I am surrounded by thick foliage; trees, tall long grass and wild flowers. Squinting into the distance and I see a tall, gleaming object... The metal fence. It's spikes glare menacingly at me. I shiver quickly as a cold breeze passes through me, turning away from the fence. I do not want to be near that. Something about it reminded me of a cage... Like I, and the rest of the players, was an animal, trapped.
I stumble through the thick grass, hitting the long stalks away from me. More than once, I trip over a tuft of grass, face planting into the earth.
"Great. Now, I'm like Dizzy, tripping over everything. How embarrassing." I say to myself, jumping up quickly to wipe off the patches of dirt on my knees. Thank god my trousers are black, or Emelie would kill me for getting them dirty again.
Soon enough, I jump out of the forest land onto a gravel path. A bright green gleam takes my eye; an emerald. Laughing to myself, I bend down to pick up the object. I kneel down on the path, the crunching sound of gravel sounding through the air beneath my knee, as I swing my leather backpack off of my shoulders. I open the clip and the flap, tossing my first emerald into the bag, before closing it once more.
As I shrug the bag once more onto my shoulders, a piercing scream echoes into the air. In shock, I stumble back, falling against the large trunk of a tree. My eyes open widely as I hear a manacle laugh follow through with the scream.
The murderer. I think to myself. Righting myself off of the tree, I take off on the path, running as fast as I can. I slowly feel a burn coming into my legs, my breaths becoming shorter and quicker. I'll have to stop soon or I'll collapse. My feet thud on the floor, timing perfectly with the beat of my thumping heart. If I wasn't running or out of breath, I would be suprised that no one had found me.
But finally, I stop. Well... Not really stop. More like flop. Not even looking where I was going, I just backflopped onto the foresty ground next to the path. I lay my hand on my beating heart, as my breaths becoming slower and even. While this was happening, I gaze up at the canopy of trees. Thin beams of moonlight shining through the leaves onto my face. It was rather peaceful. If there wasn't the rather large uncertainty of death, I would just stay here.
Realizing this, I sat up. I would have to continue or I'd get found. Groaning, I stand up, though not before a head rush. Blood purges into my head and my vision goes black momentarily. My hand blindly reaches out for anything, and I hold onto a large chunky object, feeling like I'm about to pass out.
Soon enough, my vision clears and I sigh deeply. I pull my hand off the barky tree and commence my wandering along the pathway once more. However this time, I can listen to the sounds properly instead of trying to run away from a potential threat.
I take a deep breath from the air, filling my lungs with cold, crisp air. I feel as though it was going to become morning soon, the air having a certain... after nighttime cleanliness... Alright maybe that doesn't make sense, but I rarely make sense to anyone, so just go with the flow.
More than once or twice, I hear a rustle of leaves from the trees above me and I stop, looking. I feel like someone is watching me. I know what that usually means, that there is somene freakin' following you. It's like when you read a book and the people think someone is following them and there is, like, dude. You idiot. I, however, just ignore it. If there is someone following me, I'm not going to be the one who has a heart attack from seeing a pair of eyes in the middle of a bunch of leaves. I'll just ignore it and hopefully they'll go away.
Finally, a large shadow looms over the path in front of me.
Once again, like all the other times, I spawn in an unknown place. It was almost like a routine... Spawn, find a gun, shoot the murderer... Spawn, find a gun, shoot the murderer...
I shake my blond hair out of my eyes to observe my surroundings. I am surrounded by thick foliage; trees, tall long grass and wild flowers. Squinting into the distance and I see a tall, gleaming object... The metal fence. It's spikes glare menacingly at me. I shiver quickly as a cold breeze passes through me, turning away from the fence. I do not want to be near that. Something about it reminded me of a cage... Like I, and the rest of the players, was an animal, trapped.
I stumble through the thick grass, hitting the long stalks away from me. More than once, I trip over a tuft of grass, face planting into the earth.
"Great. Now, I'm like Dizzy, tripping over everything. How embarrassing." I say to myself, jumping up quickly to wipe off the patches of dirt on my knees. Thank god my trousers are black, or Emelie would kill me for getting them dirty again.
Soon enough, I jump out of the forest land onto a gravel path. A bright green gleam takes my eye; an emerald. Laughing to myself, I bend down to pick up the object. I kneel down on the path, the crunching sound of gravel sounding through the air beneath my knee, as I swing my leather backpack off of my shoulders. I open the clip and the flap, tossing my first emerald into the bag, before closing it once more.
As I shrug the bag once more onto my shoulders, a piercing scream echoes into the air. In shock, I stumble back, falling against the large trunk of a tree. My eyes open widely as I hear a manacle laugh follow through with the scream.
The murderer. I think to myself. Righting myself off of the tree, I take off on the path, running as fast as I can. I slowly feel a burn coming into my legs, my breaths becoming shorter and quicker. I'll have to stop soon or I'll collapse. My feet thud on the floor, timing perfectly with the beat of my thumping heart. If I wasn't running or out of breath, I would be suprised that no one had found me.
But finally, I stop. Well... Not really stop. More like flop. Not even looking where I was going, I just backflopped onto the foresty ground next to the path. I lay my hand on my beating heart, as my breaths becoming slower and even. While this was happening, I gaze up at the canopy of trees. Thin beams of moonlight shining through the leaves onto my face. It was rather peaceful. If there wasn't the rather large uncertainty of death, I would just stay here.
Realizing this, I sat up. I would have to continue or I'd get found. Groaning, I stand up, though not before a head rush. Blood purges into my head and my vision goes black momentarily. My hand blindly reaches out for anything, and I hold onto a large chunky object, feeling like I'm about to pass out.
Soon enough, my vision clears and I sigh deeply. I pull my hand off the barky tree and commence my wandering along the pathway once more. However this time, I can listen to the sounds properly instead of trying to run away from a potential threat.
I take a deep breath from the air, filling my lungs with cold, crisp air. I feel as though it was going to become morning soon, the air having a certain... after nighttime cleanliness... Alright maybe that doesn't make sense, but I rarely make sense to anyone, so just go with the flow.
More than once or twice, I hear a rustle of leaves from the trees above me and I stop, looking. I feel like someone is watching me. I know what that usually means, that there is somene freakin' following you. It's like when you read a book and the people think someone is following them and there is, like, dude. You idiot. I, however, just ignore it. If there is someone following me, I'm not going to be the one who has a heart attack from seeing a pair of eyes in the middle of a bunch of leaves. I'll just ignore it and hopefully they'll go away.
Finally, a large shadow looms over the path in front of me.
