Period 6 6/1/12 H.

English Game Day Im Angel, a normal tenth grade student, living a normal life like anyone else. Never been a trouble maker, or had any problems in life. Im about 59 tall, and my skin is brown. My body frame is thin and Im not very muscular, but I am very strong and capable of doing anything any normal sized person could do. Im a pretty funny person, and I love to write and rap, as well as play video games. Music and video games have a large impact on the way I live my life. Im serious at times, but most of the time Im a very fun and enjoyable person to be around. If I could describe with one word, itd bedifferent. My life was like any other persons, middle class, moderate looking, decent future, and probably was not going to be much in the future, definitely not a prominent or well-known member of society. My personality is what makes me different from any other person though. Im what many would consider a wild one, funny, and always doing whatever I can to make people feel better and Im not a mean, cruel, person. Happiness is usually my demeanor, and if Im not happy, then something really bad is probably happening in my life. Its an early 6:20 a.m. morning, waking up, just like any other day. Its dark outside, yet not warm, because the sun is preparing itself for a blazing hot June day. I prepare myself for the

days activities like any other day, because thats what its going to be; a normal day or so I think. I slip out of bed, and rub my eyes clear, removing the small amount of crust that forms overnight from dried up tears, not that I cry at night, but it just happens to everyone. I stretch my arms out, and step out of bed, cautious that I dont step on my brother in his twin size pull out bed thats under my full size bed. I creep around the corners of my brothers bed and walk to the restroom, arms drooping against my sides, legs feeling wobbly, go to the closet and pick out my usual set of clothes: a pair of dark colored Levis jeans that are slim fit and pick out a purple Hollister shirt. I then leave to the restroom, and turn on the light. I prepare myself for my 6 a.m. shower, turning the knobs so that the water gets to a hotter than warm temperature by the time Im done undressing. Then I put some Eminem on - my favorite musician- choosing one of my favorite albums, The Eminem Show, pick shuffle, and the song Business comes on and rap along to him with Eminem, keeping up along with every single machine gun speed paced poetic lyric. You bout to witness hip-hop in its most purest, most rawest form, flow almost flawless, most hardest known artist chip off the ol block Its amazing how the tongue can blend words together so smoothly - I amaze myself with my ability to do it - probably my only good talent; rapping, although Im good at writing raps, too. Showering and rapping in the morning peps me up so that Im alert for the remainder of the morning. After showering, I dry myself up, get dressed and exit the restroom and walk to the kitchen.

Once Im in the kitchen, I prepare my usual boring breakfast. I open our creaky, wood grain cabinets to pull out a ceramic bowl. After placing it on the counter top, I walk to the fridge and pull out a cold gallon of milk, then walk over to the pantry closet to pull out some cereal. Theres a few to choose from, but I end up going with Reeses Peanut Butter Cup Cereal, one of my all-time favorites. I pull the cereal out of the closet and pour it into the bowl, along with the milk, and grab a spoon from the utensil drawer on the way to the table. As Im beginning to eat my cereal, my sister and brother both come from the hallway where our rooms are, both fully dressed and prepared for the day, and I bid them a good morning, while they prepare to join me and eat their breakfast as well. Its 6:50 a.m. and were all enjoying breakfast together, except for my mom, whos getting dressed, and wont eat until she returns from dropping us off at school, because she doesnt go to work until 10 oclock a.m. After breakfast, I put on my black Jansport backpack, which has a prominent jaguar patterned clip on the strap, representing the school mascot. I pick up my phone and keys, and we all head out to the car, turn it on, and my mom drives us off to school. My mom drops me off, and I head inside, but instead of going to class, I head to the library because its 7:00 and the bell hasnt rung. In the library, I walk to the back table hidden behind rows and rows of books, and I meet my best friends. These have been my best friends for years, some I havent known for long, but others Ive known as early as the fourth grade. I trust these people with all of my heart, theyre all great. My best friends are: Adolfo, Tony, Erik, Mario, Alan, Mark, Omar, Cesar, and Renee. We trust each other with everything.

Adolf is one of my best friends. Ive known them for a few years of my life, since the seventh grade, and he and I are very close. Adolf is very articulated and smart, not willing to take anything to insane level. I have known since the seventh grade and wed been best friends ever since then. We told each other everything and were extremely close like brothers. He is a little shorter than average and a little bit on the chubby side, nothing too crazy, though. He has short, slightly curly, black hair, and a lighter brown skin pigment. Tony was another one of my greatest friends. Weve known each other for years, more than anyone else since the fourth grade. Tony was an average height, not too tall, not too short, around 57. He has poufy black hair that droops across his face, and has a little darker colored skin. Hes not as level headed as the rest of the group, but hes a very serious person, seldom to joke around. Erik is lighter than most of us, seemingly Caucasian, and is very level headed. Ive known Erik since the seventh grade as well, and were close. Hes about my height and hes a level headed person. Eriks a great guy when you get to know him hell, just talk to him and youll see hes cool. Erik has black hairy that is very web like; thin and falls down yet its very poufy. Mario was about my height as well, and had a cool attitude; hes smart and always looks at the logical side of things, while being able to maintain his sense of humor. He had short black hair and always had a sweater on. And he had a big chin - kind of reminded me of Buzz Lightyear from Toy Story in a way. I had known him as long as Ive known Erik. Alan is a cool new guy that I had met this year. I know that I had connection to him somehow because he was the best friend of my cousin Oscar for a short time, but I never met

him during that time. I still somehow felt a connection to him though. Alan is a crazy funny guy, hes short, and has a medium skin tone. He also has long brown hair, thats become bleached due to him being in the pool all of time hes on the school swim team. Mark is someone that Ive known for a long time. Ive known Mark since the fifth grade, yet a friendship between us never really formed. Then, in freshman year, Mark and I had an honors World History course together. We were once again reacquainted and our friendship grew, and we became much closer. Mark is taller than the rest of the group, a bit nerdy, and very soft-spoken. Like most of us, Mark is a big fan of video games. Mark isnt dark, but he still has a very light shade of brown skin. He wears small oval glasses that fit tightly around his head. He also has short brown hair, which adds to his very calm demeanor. Omar was the most insane of the group. He has a very crazed attitude. Omar was willing to do what others would not, and was not afraid. Ive known Omar for as long as Ive known Mark, and the same friendship circumstance applied to him. Omar was about Tonys height, and seemed to go through some monster puberty. He had chalky white skin which is broken apart by dark, coarse, black hair. He is very hairy, and even though we were barely in the tenth grade, he was very capable of growing a full beard, but had short hair. This look added to his grizzly nature. Cesar was a cool guy. Ive known him longer than anyone else in the group, since the third grade. At one point he was one of my best friends, but alas I moved to another elementary school. I never left the city, but just moved elementary schools because of where my house was. He was the same size as me but had a little thicker frame. For some reason, he always wears a black Adidas jacket, and never takes it off, almost as he has something to hide.

Renee was someone new that I had met at the beginning of this year. Hes a smart guy and is very talented at drawing and is skilled with editing programs like Photoshop. He doesnt always have a distinct dressing style, and his skin color is light brown. Renees a skilled artist and is able to draw almost anything he sets his mind to. Hes calm and funny. As usual, our morning was composed of usual high school morning activities. All of us were locked up in our rooms talking to each other over Xbox Live or PlayStation Network, not giving a damn about homework, and just enjoying our evening off of school. So who was on Minecraft last night? I asked. I was, answered Adolf, I was playing with your cousin, Oscar, and we went so far into the ground that we hit gold. I was tripping ball sacks! Minecraft is freaking gay, Renee added, I dont know how the hell you guys enjoy that crap. Well umm . How about Call of Duty? I asked. Thats as lame as it gets. Renee responded. Maybe just when you play you suck balls, added Erik. Thats probably it, answered Cesar. If you guys had any balls, youd go join the army and kill some actual people, Omar smartly replied. Yeah, but were just nerds, and we cant kill, I laughed. Maybe if we needed to, said Erik.

I dont think I could, replied Alan. Maybe one day well have to, I responded.

Were all very smart, but we get just as sick of school like anyone else. Schools quite annoying, really. We go to the library in the morning to copy whatever bits and pieces of whoever actually did their homework and copy it. We also discuss the latest game information, and cover a variety of subjects. Pretty soon after our morning conversation, the tardy bell rings and signals that its time to get to class, and it is 7:20 a.m., and its time for me to go to Chemistry class. The school is composed of 4 buildings: the main A, B, C, and D buildings where classrooms are located, a gymnasium, a large theater style auditorium, a sports field, and a large lunch area. All four main buildings are adjacent to one another and are lined up in a perfect square in the center of the school. The gymnasium is to the left of the buildings, and the auditorium is to the right. The lunch area is located to the left of the auditorium and the sports field to the right of the gymnasium. Our school roughly represents the shape of an m with the middle piece of the letter being the four main buildings. I begin to walk out of the library and made my way to the D building. The library is located in the B building. I walk to the center of the 4 main buildings my school is composed of. I take a left turn and head to the D building. I pull open the heavy gray doors on the faade of the building and take a step inside. The cold air conditioning hits me, and I instantly feel chilly. I turn to the concrete stairs and begin to hop up the stairs, skipping a step each jump, saving me

time getting to the second floor where my Chemistry class is located. I read the grey D207 plaque on the door, pull the door open, and prepare for my usual lesson. As I step into class, I pick up the adlib style notes that my Chemistry teacher has laid out on a fold out style table, and headed over to my desk in the front of the class and analyzed them; Nuclear fusion was todays lesson. 5 minutes later, the final tardy bell has rung and everyone was in their seats. Then suddenly, a tight pop comes from the door, and the pop seems to flow throughout the hallway in unison, as if every door has done it at the same time. All of the students in the class, including myself, exchanged puzzled looks with one another. Chatter begun amongst the students, but it was cut short by the speaker system, the principal giving an announcement, Were going to play a game today students. Im sure all of you have friends, right? Well today youre going to need your friends. Youre going to need 10 of them to be exact, no more, but you could have as little as you want. Todays game is going to involve cleansing the school of the majority of the idiocy that has infected it. Youre going to get an hour to find 10 of your friends and then youll be introduced to the game. That is all. My heart was racing, and I had no idea what was going on. Then, the doors popped again, and our teacher simply said, Go. I ran out, and I went to the spot where I knew for sure my friends would be our library spot. I ran to the library spot, as fast as I could go, I didnt even care if my side hurt me beyond measure, I still ran hell of fast. There was a sense of urgency about the situation the crudeness in the principals voice, the popping doors, the abrupt interruption, and the subtle Go uttered by my chemistry teacher. I just knew something was wrong.

On my way to the library, I think I knocked some people down, but I didnt care, and there was a sense of danger that was brought upon by the situation, which I simply couldnt fight. I arrived to the spot, and sure enough my friends were there as well, scared out of their minds. Mark was sitting down on a chair, in the fetal position, hands shaking as well as his small, oval, glasses. Omar, being the crazy one, was surprisingly frantic and worried. Tony and Adolfo were talking to each other, their shaky voices as frightened as could be. Tony and Adolfo everyone in the group calls him Adolf are my best friends, so I instinctively went to them to go see what was going on. Erik was with them as well, chatting them up, worried sick. Mario was just sitting down with a look of shock. Just as we were in the middle of discussion, Alan, Cesar, and Renee showed up. We called a meeting on what this was, or what it could be, and we thought maybe it would be something like a test, a competition, or maybe a contest. Everyone shared their input; Eriks being the most logical, Maybe the school is just having an academic competition, like math or some shit like that. Yeah, I scoffed, and thats why they locked up all of the damn doors? Hes got a point, agreed Adolf, I doubt that they would have to lock us in a classroom for a stupid competition. Alan jumped in, Yeah man, this is stupid, this is scaring the shit out of me. Renee added, And why the hell do we need friends?! This is too damn weird, I said, I just want to know what the hell is going on. Well, there are nine of us here. She said we could have ten or less. I guess were a team? asked Mark.

Yup, we all agreed in unison. Just then, the speaker system blared the principals voice, Okay, I hope you all rounded up your friends if you have any. I want you all to report to the P.E field and wait along the track. NO ONE steps onto the football field. The football field is surrounded by a large sand circle, which serves as the grounds for the Cross Country and Track and Field teams. Following orders, our group of friends walked to the circle surrounding the football field. What was in the center of the football field shocked everyone who arrived there a weapons cache. Everyone stared at each other and had a sort Ive-never-been-as-scared-as-I-am-right-now of look in their eye. The air was clouded with brown dust kicked up from everyone arriving onto the field. And those arrived and saw the cache had their mouth gaping with no words coming out of it. Something big was about to go down, and it was apparent that there was. The principal was standing on top of the bleachers, speaking into the portable speaker system, giving her instructions on the game that we were going to be playing, Well students, glad you made it. All your friends who didnt come today will be rounded up and taken to a special place where theyll have their own fun. But now, for you people, we have a school wide game! You have all you little friends, right? And just in case you people are wondering why were having this game, here it is; our school is full of morons, like you. Our test scores are the lowest of the country and the United States want stupid weaknesses like you getting out into the real world. So weve been given money to purchase you as people, and your parents have no say in it. Theyre simply receiving checks in the mail that are under your name. You might be coming back to see them, or you might not, who knows. Well, its apparent you retarded

monkeys have noticed the weapons in the middle of the football field and lucky for you, none of you apes have attempted to touch it, or have left the track. Dont think Im giving you permission right now either, because if you take one step onto that field, just say goodbye to your head. Look up around you - there are snipers everywhere, all ready to take a shot at the first person stupid enough to step onto the field. Alright, now Im going to explain the game; this game is a game of killing - this is your life on the line. The ten friends that you chose are on your team, and youre here to help them. Youre killing EVERYONE whos not on your team, understood? Oh yeah, and dont even try to escape the school. The walls are electrified. Dare touch them and your body will be filled with 500 watts of raw power. You cant call your parents either because weve detonated an Electro-Magnetic Pulse that interrupts any cellular equipment you may have. Everyone in the large crowd looked at one another. Everyone except the people you chose were now your enemy and allowed to kill you. We were all fair game, and nothing was off limits. It was survival of the fittest and I couldnt help but worry. My mind was racing and I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare. I felt my throat burning, and my mouth was dry. I pulled a water bottle out of my backpack and washed out my mouth and chewed on a piece of gum in an attempt regain some feeling of my senses. The principal continued, Now you people get 5 minutes to plan your game. Have fun planning your lives. Oh and since all of you guys are here, we went ahead and scattered weapons around the school. And she walked away laughing. As quickly as the principal left, we huddled together.

Perfect way to fix America, I semi-jokingly, Give some high school students some guns and have them pump each other full of lead, right? Seems legit, agreed Adolf. Mark started, Okay guys, so this is what were going to do; just run in and grab any weapon we can. Erik agreed, Yeah, we can run in pretty fast, Mark and I, and grab some stuff and bring it in. Adolf threw in his opinion and said, You guys have to be complete idiots if you think you can run in there like that. I concurred, Adolfs right, listen to yourselves. Do you honestly think that you could beat the rest of the runners here? A big majority of the school is composed of the Cross Country team. One of them can easily pick up a gun from there and take us out in a snap. Cesar agreed saying, Adolf is right. We cant do that. So Renee came up with an idea, How about we let the people die down, and then well try to survive as long as we can? Pointing behind him Cesar elaborated on Renees plan, Lets run into the back where to containers are and well stay there and pick up any weapons we find. You know the containers beside the gym? Theyre full metal and should be able to protect us. Everyone seemed to agree with Renees idea, but then again, not everyone spoke. The principal then began to speak once more, Okay, times all up, now I want all of you at the edge of the track. In 30 seconds, were starting the game. Lets get this party started kids!

We all stepped onto the edge of the field, bent down into the runners position, one knee down into the ground. The two thousand students of the school prepared the same way. The principal began counting down, 30 29 27 26 My eyes began to fade, and time passed quickly. By the time I stepped out of my dazed state, and time began to come back to normal, with the principal continuing, 7 654321 GO! Everyone in my group turned and ran to our designated spot, the opposite side of the field, except one: Omar. He ran to the gun cache as fast as he possibly could. We called his name, but we just couldnt get him to listen. I knew he was crazy, but I didnt think hed make such a rash decision. We saw Omar at the cache, and we wanted him to come with us, but no one was willing to stop for him. We saw him get into a quarrel with the hundreds of students in at the cache, and ran and got to a safe distance, and searched throughout the brawl until we were able to see Omar. The person who got to the cache first was able to pull out a gun quickly and killed about 24 kids with whatever was in the gun. By the looks of it, the guns were filled with ammunition already. We werent sure of Omars status, but we were still watching. We saw that he was amongst the bodies, and our team spirit dropped - but he wasnt dead! We were all relieved that Omar was still alive. He was able to slip a gun out of the cache because the boy whod killed the 24 kids began to run away with his friends. Omar stood up and gunned down a good majority of them, including the one with the gun, but this made the others run faster, and a few got away. The field was still filled with kids fighting over guns; a few actually had gotten a hold of the guns, and pretty soon the football field turned into a battlefield, guns blazing everywhere. We all called Omar over, turned, and quickly made a break and ran to us as quickly as humanly possible. As Omar drew closer, another person took notice that he was running and he filled Omars back with bullets. We all yelled a uniform, NO! and Mark made a break and attempted

to run for Omar, but Tony pulled Mark back by the neck of his shirt dropping him to the ground preventing him from running to dead Omars aid. Mark had tears running down the side of his cheeks and his glasses were fogged with rage. One of our friends was gone. We had lost Omar. He was done; we pulled Mark up and we ran to the containers as we planned. While we ran, Mark and I gazed back to see a pool of blood form around Omar. The sight was grotesque. On our way to the containers, we saw a few packs. Some kids had gotten into fights over the packs and we saw dead bodies. People lay on the ground with their necks snapped and some with their bodies pumped full of bullets. Alan spotted a pack in our direction, but someone had got a hold of it. Alan jumped for it and got into a fist fight with the guy who tried to pick it up. The guy retaliated and punched Alan pretty badly in the nose and he was bleeding everywhere. Consumed by rage, Alan tackled the guy to the floor and dropped elbows heavily on his face, crushing his cheekbones and leaving dark purple marks on his face. Alan picked up the pack from the boy and stepped on his face to continue his sprint to our shelter in the containers. The whole showdown happened in about 20 seconds, but with Alans injuries, it looked like hed been in an all-out 20 minute fight. On our way to the containers, Cesar managed to snatch up another pack that was thrown on the floor. Being the one who picked up the first pack, Alan unzipped it. So what did we get, dude? I hope its worth the ass beating that you got for it. I asked. We got 4 pieces of fire wood, some flint, a lighter, and a gun in this thing, Alan laughed, oh, and two extra magazines for the pistol. Some good shit.

Thank God. Were going to need this, added Erik. God? Huh, I would think God wouldnt put us in this position and let one of our friends die. Mario smugly remarked. Whatever, I said, As long as we got a weapon and some warmth, were good. Its pretty obvious that were going to be here for a while. And its cold at night. Hes right, Mario, stop bitching about the situation. Just be grateful we found some packs. Hey Cesar, open up the bag you found, said Adolf. Alright, replied Cesar, We got some guns in this one. I recognize this one from MW2 . Its the MP5k and some weird cut off gun. It looks like a short M16. We also got two pistols: a .44 Magnum and a .45 M1911. Oh and theres some first aid at the bottom! What kind of first aid is there? I asked. Hold onwell, there are some string and a needle for stitching, a few bad-aids, Neosporin, and some rubbing alcohol, replied Cesar. Well thats good, said Renee, but where the hell are we going to get some food? If we dont get any were as good as dead, just like anyone else. Renees got a point, said Adolf. So I guess were going to make a break to the cafeteria? asked Erik. Yeah, I said, Ill go, volunteering myself. Well, since you had the idea, why dont you go with him Erik? asked Alan.

Erik sighed, I dont want to, but I guess Ill have to go. I mean, its for all of us, you know. And so it was agreed. Erik and I prepared ourselves for the trip and decided we should wait until it was dark to complete our mission, while the rest of the group set up camp and started a small fire. We had emptied the packs of the tools that they were filled with so that they were completely empty, and ready to be filled with food. We put them on and each of us took a gun, and I put the string and needle, as well as the alcohol from the first aid just in case we would need it. For weapons, Erik took the MP5k and I took the .44 Magnum. We each took also took reserve clip and loaded put them into our pockets. We asked for the shoelaces from our friends shoes just in case we needed to take anyone out silently. We transformed the shoelaces into a choking like device so that we could pull some one down and deprive them of oxygen silently instead of using our guns and attracting attention. This was necessary because its not like we had an infinite amount of ammo, so we had to save what we could. The day had finally transitioned to night, so Erik and I had the shadows and darkness on our side, and we started moving. We took each silent step slowly and gracefully, careful not to alert anyone of our presence. Lets stick to the edges of the building dude, dont go out into the open. I dont want you getting shot, now, I said. I know what the hell to do, dude. Damn, Im not stupid, you know, Erik angrily replied. Well Im sorry for worrying about your damn safety. I just dont want to lose you, weve already lost Omar, I sympathetically replied. Shit dude, quiet down, Erik hushed.

What dude? What is it?! I asked, scared out of my mind. Theres someone over there! Erik said, harshly and quietly informing me, dropping us to the ground on our bellies. Shit dude, I dont want to attract any attention to us. Whatever you do, dont use your gun. Thatll bring some unwanted attention to us for sure, I replied. Well then what the fuck are we gonna do? Erik asked. I sighed. Do you have the shoestring? I asked. Yeah wait are you saying that you want to go up to go up to that guy and try to take him out one-on-one?! Erik quietly asked. Well what the fuck else are we supposed to do, man?! Ask him not to shoot us? This is life or death, and Im sure as hell not going with death. Not today, I harshly replied. How the hell do you expect to get that close? asked Erik. Well there are some bushes over there, and we can crawl through them and use the foliage as cover so that he doesnt see us. Hes standing right next to them, and we can pull him in and hide the body. I said. Alright man, but just know, this is for survival, said Erik. Why in the hell else would I kill someone? Do I look like a damn killer to you?! I whispered. No. Im done arguing, lets just go, Erik whispered back in agreement.

Erik and I inched ourselves toward the bushes and rolled behind them. We slowly crawled through the foliage, the leaves protecting us from being exposed to the enemies and dangers surrounding us. Our faces and hands became chalky and powdery because of all the dirt we were on, and when we were close to the guy, he was faced away from the bushes. You or me? Erik asked. Me, I replied. I pulled out the shoelace choking weapon from my back pocket, and tightened it between my two hands. The string felt sturdy and capable of taking a life. I swallowed hard and slowly inched myself upward, careful not to make a sound and alert the enemy. I held my breath as I was now fully up off the ground. I slowly lifted my arms and suddenly, in a flash, pulled the thin string around the boys neck and pulled him down into the bushes. The leaves and branches made a loud crackling sound as I pulled him into the dirt and thicket of the bushes. I lay down on my back, forcing his back down on top of me, and pulled down on the shoe string violently. There was a 10 second struggle that he made in an attempt to pull me off, but my attack was successful. The guy was dead and there was no more battle. Erik helped me hide the body down in the bushes and we slowly emerged from them. My heart felt heavy with remorse, but its what I needed to do to survive. Erik and I continued or trip to the cafeteria, creeping around the corners of the buildings, cautious not to get any unwanted attention. We kept to the shadows, and luckily we werent wearing any insanely bright colors. We jogged slowly hunched over along the side of the B building on the way to the cafeteria. Pretty soon we were near the cafeteria, and we hid next to the auditorium stairs. We slowly made our way to the large glass doors that were at the front of the cafeteria, but quickly ran into trouble. Fuck - its locked man, Erik said, worryingly.

Well whatre we gonna do? I asked. Well we can smash the glass and jump in, Erik replied. Yeah if you want to get killed, I said. Well then what are we going to do genius? Erik smartly asked. What else? Were gonna smash the God damned glass like you said, but were not gonna shoot that shit, unless you want bullets in you, I said. By you? Erik asked. No, not by me you damn retard, by everyone else. Were going to have to smash through this with our shoulders, I said. Alright then, but this gonna make some huge ass noise, Ill tell you that much. As soon as we get through this glass, were grabbing whatever we can as quickly as possible were not going to be here long. Erik responded. Ok man, 123! Erik and I busted through the glass and I fell to ground. I felt the glass cut into my shoulder, but I ignored it. I threw food into my pack and got the hell out of there. Erik and I ran like hyenas getting away with a corpse. We ran as fast as we could out of the cafeteria, grinning ear to ear, but still sticking to the sides of the building once more, yet we decided to go another route. We stuck to the back side of the B building heading back to the containers saw another team camp. The fire was dim, and Erik and I thought about getting rid of them because they could be obstacles for us in the future.

Should we? I asked Erik, assuming he knew what I had in mind, Well I dont want to run into trouble. We should take them out. I dont think I want to, but we have to. Damn, I didnt think I would have to kill people man. But if we have to, I will, replied Erik. It was then agreed, Erik and I would take them out. We snuck up stealthily to the small camp and stayed out of the fires light rays so that we wouldnt be exposed to the enemy. Erik and I stuck to the corners and he pulled out his MP5k. We both looked at each other gave the nod. I swallowed hard and prepared my .44 to take out these people, them unknowing that their death was imminent. I asked God for forgiveness for what I was about to do, and my heart felt heavy. Erik gave me the silent 3, 2, 1 finger countdown, and on 1 we turned the corner. Erik opened fire on the surprised people in the small camp and I took out any stragglers with my .44. We looted the camp and took what they had; which was a G36c rifle with half a loaded magazine inside the gun and one full magazine on the side. We didnt take time to look through their camp, because with the loud gunfire, we probably attracted a whole lot of attention. So I picked up the G36c and the extra magazine and Erik and I ran out of there as quickly as we could. And Erik got our asses back to camp Upon our arrival to our camp, Erik and I saw something that we didnt want to see at all. It was awful. Lit by dim firewood light, we saw Renee and Cesar lying on the ground covered in gallons of their own blood, throats slit. It seemed that there was a large struggle because there were bloody steps everywhere and also a dead stranger in the middle of our campground. I wanted to know what to know what the hell happened over here.

My heart felt like itd been stabbed forty times. I felt my body go numb with pain and hatred. I wanted to kill whoever I saw. And I wanted to know, how the hell did this happen, and what happened to Mario, Adolf, Alan, Tony and Mark? Erik went to go check out the bodies. They got their throats slit pretty bad dude. Erik said, choking back tears. Just then, a crazed figure pounced from the shadows and dropped Erik, pinning him down, pulled out a knife, and stabbed Erik clean in the gut. A gasp emanated from Eriks lungs as I pulled the .44 from my back pocket and shot the fiend off of Eriks body. Erik quickly pulled the knife out of his body screaming in pain and yelling profanities, and then threw the bloody knife on the floor. I shot the guy in his ribs and he immediately dropped on his side. Erik stood up and stomped his foot on the fiends throat, pulling his MP5k from his back and sprayed half of the clip into the bastards face, Erik collapsing onto his back shortly afterwards. I kicked the body in anger over what hed done to our friends. After making sure that the fiend was dead, I rushed over to Eriks side, examining him and inspecting his knife wound. He was cut open bad and his intestines were exposed. I didnt want to look but I had to. It was awful seeing one of my closest friends in pain; but I had to fight through it. Dude, youre bleeding badly, I worryingly told Erik, dropping onto my knees by his side and holding back the tears coming out of my eyes, while speaking in a stiff choked voice. On the ground, coughing up blood profusely, and sobbing, Erik replied, I know man. I dont want to go, please, dont let me go. Please, man, please, Angel. And if I do, go, tell my mom that I love her. Tell my girlfriend too, please?

Erik lifted his hands off of his stomach revealing the large gash hed received. Hed been cut open badly and his clothes were soaked in his blood. I picked his hand up off of the cold floor so that he could have someone to hold onto. Tears flowing down my cheeks, and holding his hand in mine, I replied, Dont worry man; youre going to make it, just hold on. I dont want to lose you. Please man, PLEASE ERIK. Just please Hey man, I began, laughing and wiping away tears at the same time, remember the time in Ulmers class when he threw your notecards all over the floor? Heh heh - yeah, I remember, Erik somberly replied. Remember when we used to play the Wii together at night. Those late nights when we were 12 playing World at War online together? And laughing on those 3-way calls with Greg? I asked. Erik coughed up blood and had trouble responding, but you could tell he wanted to remember all of the good times as well, Yeah, man all the good times. I want to be back in those good times. I want to go. I dont want to be here anymore I just dont want to be in pain anymore. Now I couldnt hold back the tears and they were flowing out of my eyes like a waterfall, and I was losing one of my best friends right in my arms. I wondered why God had put me in this damned position. I felt so weak, like I could do nothing and the truth is that I couldnt. I just couldnt. I placed my head softly onto Eriks chest and I could feel his heart beat slowing down. The one person I had with me was leaving. One of my best friends was truly dying in my arms and there was absolutely nothing that I could do.

Everything that weve been through together, Erik, remember that? All the pain, all the happiness, all of the laughter? Youre a great friend and a brother to me. And I I love you man, I told Erik in his final moments. I felt his last breath come from his mouth, which he used to give me his final words. Erik let out his final message, I wont forget man- I lo-lo-lov-love all of you guys. I Eriks spirit faded out and I wanted to scream out into the night air. I sobbed over his dead body, his warm blood covering my fingers. I was alone. I cried, tears flowing freely from my eyes. I felt like a baby, completely defenseless. I had no idea where my friends were and I felt hopeless. I pulled Eriks pack from his body, and gathered his things. I laid his hands on his chest as he lay there on the ground peacefully. The stars of the night shined on his body, and I whimpered as the thoughts of Erik and I being friends and laughing just being together, ran through my mind one last time. I felt as if I was being choked, and I trudged through the dark night to find a place for shelter. I cautiously stared into the dark as my eyes gradually adjusted to the dark, and I looked for anyone who could pose a threat. My heart was still heavy, and honestly, I just wanted to die. But I would have to press on. For everyone else. I was so tired after the days events; I had lost four of my friends: Erik, Renee, Cesar, and Omar. I felt like I had lost a part of me, because a part of me belonged to them. They knew me better than anyone else in the world and Id rather be with them than anyone else right now. A single tear fell from my eye as I finally realized that this was completely real. I had to find somewhere to sleep, because it was dangerous to be drowsy, and I had to dull out the pain that I was feeling, so I crept around the school corners. Even though my

objective was to find a place to sleep, I still had my mind on other things. Tonight the stars were my only friends and I was abandoned. No God was here, not Jesus, no Buddha no one no one except me. The only thing that existed in my world was a void; an emptiness in my heart that just couldnt be filled. I found a decent place under the bleachers in the field and used my pack as a pillow. The floor felt like ice, and I felt empty. I moved my body into the fetal position in an attempt to retain my body heat and make up for not having a blanket, but it only slightly helped. I forced myself to take my mind off of my friends deaths, but I just couldnt bring myself to it. My mind was clouded with pain. I pulled out a cold burger that I had retrieved from the cafeteria and thought about how Erik could be with me sitting and eating, enjoying the feast of crappy food that we put our lives at risk for, right now. But for now, I ate alone, in silence not a soul in sight. The burger had no taste and was stale. It felt like I was eating wood, but I ate it anyway, because I sure as hell wasnt going down just because I didnt feed myself. I needed to be prepared for the next day, so I cleared my mind of any fear of dying, ate my food, and fell asleep. All though my sleep I heard gun fire blasting through the sky. I heard screams. I heard death. It got to the point that I didnt want to hear anymore, I just wanted to tear my ears off, and just be cut from the outside world. I wanted to be at peace with myself. But I couldnt. I had to realize that this was survival of the fittest and if I ever wanted to see my family again then I would have to be strong. The June morning sun blazed into my eyes as I awoke, and I was ready for another horrible day. My objective was to find my friends, and I was going to do everything possible to

fulfill it. It was the second day, and I was thankful to still be alive, so I made a promise to myself that and I was going to make it count. I crept around the school, cautious of my surroundings and there were dead bodies everywhere. The stench was horrifying, and everywhere I turned there was a cadaver without a soul in them. I probably saw about a thousand bodies. I wondered how I got so far, and wondered how so many had died. Thoughts ran through my head like a runner running through a city in a marathon. They just wouldnt stop. I wandered aimlessly around the school. It was a perfect time for it because a lot of the opposition had died down anyway. Lots of people were dead and I wasnt as scared anymore, but I still had my weapon at the ready, just in case. I decided that I would take a short trip inside the building and see what was going on inside. As soon as I opened the door to enter the building I felt refreshed. I walked up the stairs to look at the abandoned classrooms, still cautious of my surroundings. Phew, I thought, It smells like shit up here. The hallways reeked of rotting flesh. I made my way to my English class just to see my class one last time. I smelled fire in one of the classrooms that were close to my English class. Morons, I thought, Those idiots are going to kill themselves with the carbon monoxide from the fire, I scoffed at the thought at those idiots suffocating due to their own stupidity. I continued to make my way stealthily through the halls and into my English classroom. I saw desks flipped over, and the printer with paper all over the ground. The room was in absolute disarray completely opposite of how my teacher Ms. Moore kept it. Well, I thought, Since Im here why dont I have an A? I laughed in my mind, I mean, if I live through this, I at least want some good grades. I logged into the computer and changed my grade. Well would

you look at that? I thought. Perfect scores on EVERYTHING? Im quite the amazing student, I laughed. I was done with my monkey antics, and I was walking into the hall, continuing the search for my friends. I really felt good to have a laugh for once. As I walked into the hall, someone caught the corner of my eye. SHIT! I accidentally yelled, and I caught the eye of a girl, so I dove into a corner. Who said that?! she yelled. I held my breath, for I feared the unexpected. Damn, I thought. What in the hell was I thinking? Now I was in a tight position. I didnt see the girl had a gun on her, so she probably couldnt be much of a threat. Please! she yelled, Help me! My team is dead and I have nothing. Im scared. For some reason I felt like I should do something. I pulled out my G36c and stood up from the corner that I was crouched behind. I whipped it in front of me and checked my corners, and slowly walked up to the girl, holding my weapon stiffly in front of myself aiming down the sights. You better not be planning some shit, I warned, pointing my weapon at her forehead. Im not, I swear to God! she pleaded. Are you sure? Because if youre lying to me, you better not plan on breathing, I angrily replied. I promise, She said, you can put the gun down. Just then, a knife flew across the hallway and struck her in the back. What the fuck! I yelled, as I saw the culprit behind her. The girl who I had been speaking to was now on the floor spilling blood. The person who had thrown the knife was another female and just then I thought, Damn women. I pulled the trigger on the girl across the hallway and filled her chest with bullets as she fell to the ground. I glared angrily at the girl in front of me. I asked her harshly, Was that a fuckin stunt of yours or what? Choking on her own blood, she replied, No, I swear.

Dont lie to me! I yelled, Ive lost enough people to know when someones trying to kill me or not! Fine! she said gargling, It was! Well someone finally decided to tell the truth. Pshh You have to be a dumb bitch to be killed by someone on your own team. But since you told me the truth, heres a little reward, I said. I threw some alcohol on her wound. Clean yourself up. And have a nice day, I snidely remarked, as I began to make my way to the downstairs to make my way to the ground floor. As I exited the building, I felt the humid June air. I instantly felt sweaty and my mouth was dry, but the air conditioning kept my back cool as I exited, although my back was cut off from the fresh air as I strapped my pack on. I wondered where my friends were. So I went a checked every building: A, B, C, and D. I even peeked into the auditorium and there were a couple of bodies littered around the perimeter probably in an attempt to ward off anyone who dared to come close. I got my gun ready because I knew I was going to face some opposition. I slightly opened the doors to the theater style auditorium and saw some people eating other people. What the fuck, I thought. Theres something wrong with these people. I stepped away from the auditorium and ran away. I wasnt going to end up anyones meal. I wondered where the hell my friends were, and I was ready to cry, running out of hope. Then the thought hit me, and I wondered how I had been so stupid not to realize it earlier; they were in the library! I crept though the school, cautious of every footstep I made. On

my way to the library, I saw bodies. Bodies that were too familiar. I didnt want to believe what I had seen. It was Alan. I could see his body face down and his long brown hair drooping over the sides of his head, and his body had a small pool of dried up blood. He had a single bullet hole in his. I went to go check on his body and I put my hand on his back. I could feel something small short breaths coming from him. I immediately picked him up and shouted at him, Alan! Dude! Youre alive! and I hugged him. He spit up a little bit and muttered, Yeah, man - Im good. And getting shot hurts like fuck, he laughed. I pulled him aside and had him sit by a pillar. Wheres Erik? he asked. In a better place, I said, implying Erik had passed, while holding back a tear. Oh, Alan simply said. Alright man, this should clean up your wound, I said, pulling out the alcohol. Well this is gonna hurt isnt it? asked Alan, jokingly. Are you gonna be a little bitch about it? I joked. Im not you, am I? he laughed Lets see then, I said, and pouring dressing his wound with alcohol. Alan let out a powerful yelp, wincing as his wound was drenched in alcohol. Judging by the screams and the blonde tips in your hair - Id say youre a bitch Alan, I joked. Its the bleach from pool, asshole, Alan replied.

Yeah, blame the bleach, bitch, I said jokingly, in a smooth rhythm using my rap skills. Well its fucking alcohol, Alan replied. Alright, but this is going to hurt big time. Im going to stitch this bullet hole in your back closed so that your wound wont get infected. Get ready, I warned. Alan hunched himself over, closed his eyes, and prepared for pain. I slowly pierced his skin with the needle and he yelled out profanities. I was careful not to hurt him and I articulately cross-hatched the wound shut. I got a little blood on my hands, but I did an alright job for a person who isnt a doctor and has no close connections to one. Thats going to leave a scar, isnt it? Alan said smartly. I laughed, placed Alans left arm around my shoulder and we continued on our way to find our friends. The walk to the library was a pain because of Alans short crippled limps that he had to make because he couldnt walk correctly. There were bullet shells all over the floor and it looked like at least 8 teams had gotten into a battle royale along the center of the four main buildings. There were bodies littered all around the floor - probably about 76. We made our way to the library, and went to the spot. I made sure my footsteps werent loud and was as cautious as could be. I called out for my friends, Adolf Mark Tony? Anyone? I heard Tony respond, Angel? Is that you? Dude, get over here quick Mark Mark is in really bad shape man, I hope you have some first aid. I ran over, to the spot to see Mark lying on top of the table with his hands on top of his gut. Blood was all over the carpet, turning it from a dusty grey into a crimson red. Marks hands were trembling, he was coughing up blood,

and his glasses were smashed. He was in serious condition. He had at least 4 shots in his chest, near his lungs. He couldnt breathe, and was muttering words, and he was almost completely incoherent. Tony asked him to slow down and speak again. It seemed that no one had noticed that Erik was gone, but Mark noticed. He asked me, slow and gargling in his blood, Wha-whwhere- wheres Erik? I replied with deep sorrow, holding back my tears, Hes uh hes gone Mark. And so are Renee and Cesar. Yeah, Tony emotionlessly replied. Mark began his shake his head violently muttering incomprehensibly, nahg-ngh-ngh.. Hes going into shock! Hold him down, somebody! shouted Tony. Ive got him! answered Adolf. I held down Mark as well, and I felt Mark to fight his own body, desperate to hold onto any strand of life that he could. It was clear that Mark didnt want to go. And we were trying our best not to let him. FUCK! Mark dont let go, man, dont let go! Just hold on! Angel, Im sure youve got the alcohol and stitching right? Yes! I relied! Well then pull out the first aid! Cant you fucking see Mark is dying?! Adolf said angrily. Well what the fuck do you want me to do?! Im not a doctor, dude! Mark is in pain and hes dying right here right now! What the fuck do you think alcohol is going to do?! Some God damned miracle?! Its apparent that hes not here right now anyway, because we WOULDNT BE IN THIS FUCKING SITUATION! I shouted at Adolf, Now shut your mouth and hold him down!

The room became silent. Shhhh Mark, I soothed, Just let it slide over you. It wont hurt Mark, I promise. Just relax buddy. Itll be all over soon. I could hear Adolf sniffling, and wiping his tears on his shoulder. I put my hand on Marks chest and I reassured him that everything was going to be alright. Mark turned his head and glared at Adolf and slowly closed his eyes. Mario appeared from the back of the library, teary eyed, Is is it over? Yeah, I replied wiping away tears, Mark is gone. I could hear Adolf choking back tears you could hear it in his voice. So what happened in camp guys? I asked. Adolf explained, Well, uh, we had our campfire set up and we were going to wait for you and Erik to come back. Tony continued, Yeah, I had the M16 with me and this big ass group of kids came up to us. Mario added, They took us by surprise. And the M16? Why the hell didnt you shoot, Tony? I angrily asked. I didnt know what to do. I got scared, Tony said sadly. You know you guys left Cesar and Renee there? I asked. How do you know? asked Adolf.

Well when Erik and I went back we found them with their throats slit, I sadly informed them. Shit, groaned Mario. And it seems no one cares about me, said Alan. Alan?! said Tony, surprised. I thought you died dude! added Adolf. Well maybe if you guys waited for me to get up! Alan said angrily. Yeah, I found him on the ground and patched him up, I said. Well thats some else alive, Adolf said semi-happily, still saddened over the loss of Mark. There were now only 5 of us left on the team. I didnt want to be in this position. Suddenly, the speaker system emitted the principals voice- one that I wasnt too happy to hear. It said, Alright kiddies, its been 2 days. Its just about the perfect time to finish this. I want all of you to go to the football field. According to our calculations, there are about 4 teams left. Some of you have lost your friends, but thats okay, I mean if they were good at anything, wouldnt they be alive? Oh, and by the way, if you dont get to the field, youll be killed by our special team of soldiers trained to find and kill you. You get 10 minutes to grab what you can and get to the field. And if you see anyone, you can no longer kill them until you reach the field and get my say-so. Goodbye. My God, said Adolf. What do you have Angel? If you have anything, asked Tony.

I have a G36c with half of a clip and one in reserve. I also have Eriks MP5k. He used half of the clip, so thats running dry. I also have my .44, I said. I have Cesars M1911, added Adolf. And I have the M16, added Tony. I have a bullet in my fuckin back! Alan jokingly said. Anyone want to have their final supper? I asked, pulling out the hamburgers and juices that I got from the cafeteria out of my pack. I guess, said Adolf, Tony, Mario and Alan in unison. After eating, we prepared for our final battle. We loaded up our pistols, and on our way to the field, we found some clips. We loaded up our weapons, Adolf with a M1911 in one hand and a .44 in the other, Tony with fully loaded MP5k, and myself with a G36c that I taped an extra magazine to the one already in the gun, for quick reloading. Mario armed himself with a knife and a grenade. On our way to the field, we were able to pick up a gun for Alan; an Uzi type weapon that was pretty small. As told by the principal we were going to face off with what was left of about 4 teams. My team arrived to the football field and we felt stiff. The other teams were covered in blood and looked like animals. I was covered in blood as well, but that was from holding two of my friends through their final moments. We were all savages, in one way or another. I just wanted to go home. I would feel no remorse killing these people. The principal was standing in the bleachers, watching us, pulled out the microphone and announced to us, These might be your final

minutes. And hey, dont even think about taking shots at me, because even if you win, youll be executed. Are you guys ready? Aw hell, why am I even asking?! she laughed, GO! As soon as we heard this, we all pulled the trigger. I hit the guy in front of me about 6 times and I saw him go down hard, covered in bullet holes. I got shot in the leg, but fought through the pain. I turned and saw Tony shooting through the enemy, but he got hit several times. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, as I saw my two best friends fighting for their lives, getting hit by gun fire but still shooting. Adolf had both of his pistols in hand and was firing and everything his eyes could see. Alan pulled the trigger on his weapon simply blind firing it. Then suddenly someone rushed Alan and pummeled him to the ground. He screamed in pain as the wound in his back was coated in mud and gunk. He got into a brawl with his enemy and hit him several times in the face with the butt of his weapon, but the enemy retaliated and stuffed his pistol in Alans mouth. Alan pointed his sub-machine gun into the gut of his opponent. Both fired at the same time, Alan spraying his gun, and the other shooting one clean shit. Both were killed instantly. It was a gruesome sight. Then, a knife was thrown at me striking me right in the lower chest. I gasped for air, as I felt the cold steel stuck inside my flesh, I saw my life flash before my eyes. There were still about 7 people from other teams left. I turned and saw Tonys chest filled with bullets. He fell to the ground and tried to crawl away, but he was filled up with bullets in his back. His last ounce of strength dissipated from his body, and I could see nothing but pain well in his eyes. Then I saw them glaze over I had lost my best friend.

For some odd reason, Mario was hiding. But then he decided to do something stupid; he pulled the pin on his grenade. He simply stood there, not doing a thing with the grenade. Throw that shit! I yelled at him, overcoming the pain that the cold steel knife brought into my lungs. Mario glanced at me, and faced back forward as he prepared to throw the grenade. He cocked his hand back, but it was too late. He flung his arm forward, but the grenade didnt leave his hand in time. Mario exploded. He was in pieces everywhere and I pelted with bits of his flesh and blood. Shit, I thought. Mario was dead. Only Adolf was left was left with three enemies. I was grounded on the floor with a knife lodged inside me, watching everything happen, while I felt myself fade away. Adolf picked up my G36c and continued to open fire, but the clip had been emptied. He quickly flipped it over and put in the fresh one that was taped to the side cocked it and fired. Midst taking out his enemies he got shot twice in the leg and fell down on the ground. He managed to kill one of the other two enemies that were left. He got up off the ground. The one boy left had run out of ammunition. I was still lying there, knife in chest watching the whole thing. Adolf and the other guy were in the final stretch of the competition, as they were probably going to be the last two, because I had a knife stuck in my chest it had gone quickly from gun fight to fist fight. Adolf fought as hard as he good, punching the other teen with clenched fists. The guy was down on the ground. He was dead and we won. I looked at the knife in my chest and began to pull it out, and within ten seconds, it was fully dislodged. I sighed in happiness, bloody knife in hand. The school was a bloodbath. Adolf had made it. I was smiling, but losing a ton of blood at the same time. I didnt think able was going to be able to get up from his beating, but he did. He crawled to my aid and pleaded for me not to leave him. Please man, dont go, Angel. Hold on. We won. You won this for us. All the stuff weve been through and it comes down to this.

Dont leave, Angel. Please, please dont go. Adolf said, sobbing. My eyes were hazing and everything I saw was blurry I felt warm and cozy, and finally at peace, no more pain. While he was by my side I started a conversation Adolf, dude. We made it! We were safe man. Well at least you are buddy. This was crazy. I cant believe we surviv I was interrupted. Just when we thought everyone was dead, someone jumped a plunged a knife through the back of Adolfs neck. I could see the blade protruding from Adolfs neck, blood dripping all over my face, as I heard my best friend gasp for air, drowning in his own blood. The bastard then proceeded to throw Adolfs body aside like a bag of meat. I quickly propped myself up with my elbow, furious that someone could do that to my friend. I grabbed the bastard by his neck and yelled, Muther fucker! into his ear as I pulled him down, his body lying on top of mine. The fiend punched me in the face and he pinned my shoulders to the ground with his knees. He threw heavy blows at my face leaving it swollen with bruises. I flipped him over and laid on top of him, scraping my elbows across his face, leaving his nose heavily disfigured. I grabbed the son of a bitch by the throat and felt along the muddy grass for the knife that was in my chest. He punched me in the neck and I retaliated with a headbutt. I could feel blood dripping down my forehead and I punched him several more times to make sure he couldnt fight back. I felt along the ground once more in search of the knife that was going to be used to kill me. I finally found it and grasped it firmly, ready to destroy this person. I growled and yelled into his face, Lets see how you like this you son of a bitch! You want to kill my best friend, then you want problems! I yelled, as if he really cared. I raised my knife and I plunged it deep

into his throat. My blood lust for this man was insatiable. I needed him to die so that I could feel complete. I put the knife so deep into his neck so harshly that blood sprayed all over my face. I could feel his veins tearing and his bones snapping, and it felt great. For some reason I felt like I needed to put him through this pain; he had killed my best friend during an emotional conversation. I wriggled the knife into his neck creating a large hole. I removed and continued to plunge the knife into his neck, feeling accomplished. I stood up from the mans corpse and plunged the knife into his forehead, guaranteeing his death. It was over and my team won. I felt accomplished, but I felt woozy. I felt my chest drenched in blood. My eyes became hazy, and I began to sidestep. I couldnt see anymore and I had a bullet hole in my leg. I looked at it and shook. I couldnt walk anymore. I guess I had adrenaline. I walked forward as I saw the principal emerge from the bleachers to congratulate me. I looked at her, astonished that I had won, and my head felt heavy. What was going on? Was it the principal? Wait, it was Erik and it was Mario, and I saw Omar. I ran to them. But there was nothing there. I felt my body shut down and I collapsed. We won guyswe did it I actually did it I laughed to myself. You guys are the best. This is finally over. I lov-