The pledgers watched, yelling for the organizers to do something. Nebraska's death had somehow woken up their moods. The game became live again, but they did not like the fact that her death was somehow advantaging Texas. She now hid at the end of the path that led to her house, waiting to ambush the two players heading in her direction; Alabama and Michigan. They were confused with her choice of weapon. A bow and arrow was less accurate and would not give her a confirmed kill, but she went for it.The sun was almost setting, Alabama and Michigan navigated the grass and shrubs on the neglected farm unaware of the woman waiting for them at the end of the path. Texas could hear their footsteps. It was a bit dark for a point on strike, but all she needed was to get them in the legs.She breathed in and out, pulled on the ball, and the second she saw what appeared to be human, she released the arrow and it went flying straight into Alabama's leg, who wailed out in pain.Before Michigan c

Texas looked up in frustration, thinking of the next move while the two players on the floor crying out in agony. She got up and began moving around like someone in deep thoughts. The game was finally getting to her. All she could think of was the grenade. What if it was large enough to blow up her house? What if her daughter had gotten out of the safe room in search of her and somehow the grenade landed on her? What if the player she had left in the house had decided to run to her bedroom and the grenade was thrown in the bedroom instead of the kitchen? She kept grilling herself like she was in some sort of exam.The pain? The horror? A lot of what-ifs were running in her head and a big part of her was telling her to kill the two idiots that had shown no remorse towards her or her daughter. They were both animals that needed to die.She knelt down and bowed her head in the realization of how stupid she was. She had been too confident in herself and underestimated her opponents. The c

Taxes walked into her garage, grabbed her tractor, and drove straight to where she had left Alabama, freezing in the cold under the busk of night. She stepped out and approached him. As he held his little cross, she could tell he was praying."Get up, old man, your prayers have been answered. I have hot coffee in my house," she offered, surprising him.Alabama stared at her hand, which she laid out for him to grab."I don't have time, old man, get up quickly before you become a target for the other players," she advised.She was correct, based on his options and the experience he experienced with the first players he encountered. He'd be dead if she wanted him to be.He grabbed the hand and was led to the tractor's passenger seat. And she drove them back to her house."What do you take, coffee or tea?" She inquired. He turned and stared at her, his confused expression still stumped on his face. "Coffee will do... thanks," he replied. "Cool, follow me to the dining room, the kitchen

Texas walked back to her safe room, pissed. Her plan was not going as planned. She was dealing with greedy idiots without an ounce of brain cells. She took a seat on the small bed, her hands on her head when her daughter moved and turned her head in her direction."Mommy, I want to go to the toilet," she said.Texas had not anticipated her little girl waking up so early. She looked at her watch and it was five past ten at night. She could only assume it was the change in the environment."Oh sweetheart, did I wake you up?""No, I was awake, I have been waiting for you and want to use the toilet," the little girl replied, rubbing her eyes."There is a portable toilet somewhere here.""No mom, I want to use the toilet in my bedroom," she protested.Texas ignored her and helped her out of the blankets, placing her on the floor as she went on looking for the portable toilet. She had completely forgotten about it. It was one of the first things she was supposed to look for, but she had bee

"What?" Texas asked as she noted the confusion on their faces. They all kept staring at each other, still wondering how she managed to get close to them without making any noise.Nevada wiped the blood off his cheeks. The bullet had merely grazed him but it imprinted a wound large enough to gash blood out."We are all going to take a little trip to my house," she announced and signaled them to start walking.The organizers watched, wondering what her plan was. Taking all the remaining players under one roof did not seem to be a good plan. They predicted room for a blood bath; the game was not yet over, and they encouraged the pledgers to glue their eyes to the screen.Texas led the four players into her house, her two guns drawn. They were tempted to run but were overwhelmed with fear. They were sure she was going to shoot them, and the husband that she mentioned got them more confused. They all remembered Acer, explaining that the woman lived alone with her toddler.California began