Six characters appear in a forest, none knowing how they got there, yet everyone knows their objective. You are Hans, an elderly German man with a heavy accent. After taking a look around, you notice a chain link fence traps you, an old cottage in shambles on your right and the remaining area a densely wooded region. You have a pistol and knife in your hands, to be used as defense against those "things". Some call them terrors, others infected, but you personally couldn't care less about their name. Survival is the only thing present on your mind. After scavenging for items, the blackout begins. The lamps through-out the forest lose power, and now your heart races as your search desperately for new fuses. You hear the rip of human flesh and a deafening scream for help as a human life is taken. The other survivors find the remaining fuses and the lamps light up again. The 5 people left are now nervously pointing fingers at each other. Another blackout. This time you watch as a young man transforms into a fleshy beast with gigantic protruding mandibles and soulless eyes. It turns to the woman nearby and pierces her jugular, causing her to bleed out almost instantly. While the beast is occupied with her body, you take this opportunity to look for an escape route. It pinpoints your heartbeat within the foliage and take off after you. Then you see it. A hatch in the ground that leads to the outside world. With all the strength you can muster, you lift open the hatch and jump inside without giving a second thought as to how the other innocents are will escape or how close you were to death. But this time, you have emerged victorious and will live to play another round.
(By the way, this story was based off a game some of my friends and I play called Deceit. If your interested, definitely try it out. While it can be pretty scary at times, it's pretty great to spawn as Infected and betray your friends at the very end.)
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This is creepy, but very creative! I love that you took something you like and wrote creatively off it!
ReplyDeleteEdgy. Didn't expect to be told I'm an old German dude when I opened this but it only adds to the intrigue.
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