Acer was running mad. She kept pacing the room while attempting to get hold of her boss. Everything was not going to plan and the boss was not making things easy for them. She had tried to talk to the organizers but they were too blindfolded and had no idea what was going on.She felt the leader had crossed the line even though he had the authority to do whatever he wanted, but it was insulting to the staff to cut them off during crucial moments or disastrous moments that were hindering the progress of the game. Soon the pledgers were going to find out the feeds were tempered with. It was only a matter of time.Her phone rang, and it was the organizers giving her an update."We just spoke to him.""And what? What do you mean?" she urged anxiously."He cut us off because he was doing some clean-up," the man explained. Acer was perplexed. Her mistrust of her boss's collaboration with Texas grew stronger. Something wasn't quite right. She was surprised that the organizers had missed it
She acted quickly and focused her attention on Washington and Louisiana, both of which appeared to be wasting time. They'd been looking for a gun for an hour. They had spent a significant amount of time moving around the ghostly town. They were hampered by the locals. The majority of them were conservatives who disliked mixing with outsiders. And them looking for a gun just made things worse.Acer made the decision to make things simple for them. She was defying her boss, who had warned her about interfering in the game earlier, but she didn't care. She planned to do the same thing he was doing. Each with their own way of cleaning up the mess.She contacted her contact in Texas and made some demands off the books. It was time someone did something about the unfairness of the games.She reverted her gaze to the monitors and noticed that the Texas live feeds were back on. She moved from one room to the next and realized there was no sign of the commando. All of the rooms were empty; it
Nebraska paid close attention to the two as they argued over who should take the gun. They had completely ignored the grenade bag on the ground. They kept going at each other, oblivious to her presence.The pledgers on the two players' team stood up in disbelief, yelling for the two players to look behind them. Everyone in the arena room was aware that Nebraska was not a team player, and she did not appear to be willing to negotiate a deal.She quickly crawled out from the shrubs and went straight for the bag containing the grenades. She had already removed one grenade by the time the two players realized what was going on and was aiming at them.The two players froze as they slowly turned. In front of them was a scruffy-looking woman with bruises and scratches all over her face and arms. Her brunette hair was a tangle of twigs and leaves, and her clothes were ripped in some parts. She appeared to be going through hell more than they were. They had no idea where she had come from. Lou
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
Washington peered back at the window to find the woman had vanished. He was confident he had the shot, but the woman behind him ruined it. In annoyance, he gritted his teeth. He'd started losing his cool. He just wanted to get the perfect shot, but he had to keep his cool if he was going to hit anyone.All it was going to take was one shot, and the organ was his. His mother law's heart would go to the rightful recipient, his wife. That was what he needed to concentrate on.Louisiana slowly rose and crawled back to the drum in agony, nothing was going as she planned. Washington had the gun, he seemed determined to win but it was going to be over her dead body if he wanted to win the game without her. Michigan, who was now hiding behind the window, peered in to see where the trouble was. She had the gun locked in her hands and her heart was beating very fast. She had no idea whether to run outside or to remain inside the house. The only thing she was sure of was that the noise came fr
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
The other four players on the property's outskirts were caught up in their own hell. New York insisted on returning to their motels. She was exhausted and terrified, and her body was in so much pain that she couldn't think straight.She tried to persuade the others to join her, but they all knew better and knew what would happen if they quit. They were well aware of what had happened to Tennessee, the previous player to put the organization to the test."Just relax, we just need to take a break and think about it. Remember, if you do anything stupid, they will kill you," New Jersey served her a reminder. He was also going insane.It was the second time they had to flee due to the sound of guns. The sound appeared to be coming from more than one weapon this time around. He could not pinpoint the location of a second or additional gun, but this time it was like there was some sort of gunfire exchange. However, quitting was not an option for them. They had already dug their own graves."
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