Hiding behind the large base of a tree, [Name] held her breath as she listened to retreating footsteps. Her gun was clutched close to her chest, as if having it there instead of in front of her would offer her some sort of comfort. She could feel a bead of sweat rolling down the back of her neck, forcing a shudder from her as she counted down the long seconds it took for the opposing team's members to walk away from her spot.
She only let out a breath after she was sure they'd all gone.
Safe for the time being, [Name] allowed herself to slump against the tree's trunk. Her shoulders hunched over as she practically bent in half, curling into
The picnic tables next to the Survival Game playing field were full, every single one of them packed with teams. Some had begun to intermingle, friendly conversations starting wherever two or more teams met. There was beginning to be no clear indication as to what person was on what team. After a while, everyone seemed to blend in together as one crowd that all enjoyed the same hobby. This would make accomplishing [Name]'s goal a lot harder for her.
"You have to do this today."
She was giving herself a pep talk, trying to calm the heavy thump of her heart in her chest. She could feel it beating painfully against her ribcage, every pulse onl
The flag was fluttering in the wind, the soft fabric caught by any currents that happened to flow past it. At first glance it seemed totally unguarded, but [Name] had quickly learned from past experiences to never trust what she saw at first. The surrounding trees would provide ample coverage for anyone staking out the flag for defense. She took a hesitant step forward, making a conscious effort to keep herself concealed behind the shrubbery she had crouched behind. The fingers of her right hand pushed away some of the branches, giving her a better view of enemy territory.
"Target is in sight."
[Name] was whispering to herself, speaking int
[Name]'s lungs felt like they were on fire, the burning in her chest tightening the organ until she had to stop and swallow down painful gasps of air. As she leaned against a nearby pillar for support, she listened to the wheezing sound of oxygen filling her lungs. She let the toy gun she was holding in her left hand drop to her side, the hard plastic hitting her thigh with a muffled thump. Her right hand clutched at the front of her shirt, just above where her heart was, as she tried to soothe the pumping organ to a more reasonable pace.
[Name] should have never agreed to play in a Survival Game with her friends.
The fact that she was too