UFSW Survivor/Issue 3

This is the third issue of UFSW Survivor. This issue was written by.

Issue 3
Yuri was worried. She knew they were going to vote for someone to die, and that made her uncomfortable. She was sitting with the other five contestants on her team by the fire. Nobody was saying anything, just looking at the flames. Ken broke the silence: “Some of us should go find some food.” Yuri didn’t want to go, so she just kept staring into the fire. Bobby, however, seemed eager to get out. He got up and said “I’ll go.” Nobody seemed like wanting to join Bobby. The only thing on everyone’s mind was who was going to die tomorrow. “I’ll go too.” Gwen said, getting up. Bobby nodded and after a few minutes, Yuri was left with Peter, Keith and Ken.

Gwen and Bobby checked the traps Bobby set earlier. As they got to one behind the warehouse, Gwen looked around to make sure nobody was listening. “I think we can both agree that Keith should bite it.” Gwen said, kneeling down next to Bobby. Bobby removed a rat from the trap, before responding. “I’m worried the others will vote for me though.” Bobby explained. “I mean, it was kinda my fault we lost.” “It wasn’t.” Gwen said, comforting Bobby. “If it was anyone’s fault, it was Keith’s.” “Right.” Bobby said and nodded. They got up and headed for the next trap.

Inside the warehouse, Keith was trying to convince the others to vote for Bobby. Peter and Ken were playing chess, Yuri was the only one actually listening to Keith. “We fucking lost because of that kid, don’t you see it?” Keith argued. “Who knows how many more games we will lose with him on the team?” “To be fair, Keith,” Ken said, not taking his eyes away from the game. “you weren’t the most motivational team member today.” Keith threw his hands in the air, indicating he was giving up. He knew that Bobby and Gwen probably would vote for him. Gwen would, that was for sure. Every since day one, Gwen and Keith had hated each other. And while Keith really wanted Gwen dead, she was a strong player. Bobby wasn’t. Not in Keith’s eyes. “Alright.” Keith said, looking at Ken. “So who are you voting for if not Bobby?” “Never said I wasn’t voting for Bobby.” Ken said, still not looking away. “So you are?” “Never said I was.” Keith let out a loud sigh, got up and headed for the yard. He wasn’t ready to die and had to figure out a way he could stay alive.

The next day, the mood in the camp wasn’t cheerful. Everyone seemed pretty confident about who to vote out. Gwen felt like she was a candidate to leave. Her relationship with Keith could have made her appear rude, and she was afraid that was how the other contestants saw her. In that case, they could vote for her. It was not before somewhere around 11 am Gwen actually got out of bed. Everyone else was already awake. Gwen had been listening to them the past few hours. “Good morning.” Yuri said, and smiled to Gwen as she approached the fire. Keith and Ken were nowhere to be seen. “Where are the others?” Gwen asked sleepily. “Out talking.” Yuri said. “Keith is probably trying to convince Ken to vote for Bobby.” Bobby shrugged, obviously nervous.

The time up till the evening went slowly. Everyone was nervous about the council, and that was obvious. Especially Keith, Bobby and Gwen seemed afraid. It was very dark as Red Team headed towards the lake. Ken had been in the town before, so he knew exactly where it was. As they got closer, they could see a man standing by a bonfire. A few torches were scattered around the location. The man, who Ken now recognized as The Host, was standing looking at the fire. Next to him, a bar stool was placed.They got closer, and eventually all sat down on the bench by the fire. The Host still wasn’t looking up. Behind The Host, a small fishing cabin could be seen. Ken guessed that would be where they would cast their votes. By the foot of The Host, an urn without its lid was placed.

“Welcome.” The Host said after a few minutes. He looked up, smiling to each of them. Nobody replied. “Isn’t this exciting?” The Host said, still smiling. Keith gave him a cold look. “Can I ask something?” Peter said. “Of course.” “Some people on the other team got some silver things. What are those?” Peter had seen Jay and Hope with something silver in their hands, while waiting for the last ones during the race. He had been wondering about it since. “Oh, right.” The Host said. “Silver bullets are a very valuable item in this game. You can play them to make your chances of survival bigger.” “How?” The Host kept smiling. “None of you have any bullets, so why bother?”

Bobby’s hands were shaking. He barely heard anything The Host said, he just kept thinking what would happen if he died tonight. “Bobby?” The Host said. Bobby looked up, The Host giving him a friendly grin. “Do you think you are at risk?” Bobby nodded. “Yeah, I do.” “Why?” “I guess it kinda was my fault we lost...” Bobby said and took a deep breath. “If I had gotten that last piece a little quicker, maybe we would have...” “Don’t blame yourself.” Gwen said. “Wasn’t your fault.” The Host turned to Gwen. “Then whose fault was it, Gwen?” He asked. “Keith’s.” Gwen said without hesitating. “No doubt.” “Do you agree, Keith?” The Host asked, now turned to Keith. Keith gave a dry laughter before crossing his arms. “No, not at all.” Keith just said. The Host nodded. Everyone was quiet for a few seconds. “Let those be the words.” The Host then said.

Peter knew who he would vote for. Or to be more exact, who he wouldn’t. Peter wasn’t going to vote. He liked the people on his team, and he didn’t want anyone to die. He didn’t want to be a part of that. So when The Host began explaining, Peter was ready to protest. “The person with the most votes will die. Everyone has one vote. You can’t vote for yourself. In case of a tie, it will be determined in a duel.” Peter was just about to speak when The Host continued, answering Peter’s question. “You don’t have to vote. If you choose not to, your vote will be randomized and you will get a black vote.” The Host showed a gray piece of paper. “If you have a black vote, you will already have a vote on you at the start of the next council. Does everyone understand?” Everyone muttered “yes.” “Good.” The Host said. “Now, is there anyone who doesn’t want to vote?” Peter raised his hand. “Peter? You are aware that your vote will be random and you will get a black vote?” “Yes.” The Host nodded, looking a little disappointed that Peter didn’t want to play his game. “Okay.” The Host said and wrote something on the gray paper. He showed the text saying ‘Peter’, then put it in his pocket. “I will save this for your next council, Peter.” Peter nodded. “The rest of you; one by one, you go into the cabin, write who you vote for and drop it into the urn in there.” He pointed at Bobby, who was at the far left of the bench. “Bobby, you go first.”

Bobby got up and walked into the dimly lit cabin. There was nothing except of an urn, a bunch of small paper sheets, a pen and a lantern on a table. Bobby got over there, grabbed the pen and wrote down the name of the person he wanted out. Then dropped it into the urn. He got back, and it was Gwen’s turn. She did the same thing. Yuri, Keith and Ken were next. Peter didn’t vote. As everyone had voted, The Host walked into the cabin and took the urn out with him. He placed the urn on the bar stool and looked at the six contestants.

The Host took up the other urn by his feet. “This will count as Peter’s vote.” He explained and took up a piece of paper from the urn. Yuri assumed The Host had wrote all of their names before the council in case someone didn’t vote. Like Peter. The Host put the urn down on the ground again, then showed the team the random vote. ‘Yuri’, it said. “One vote on Yuri.” The Host said, and took a vote up from the urn, in which their votes were in. “Keith.” The Host said, showing the sheet. Keith bit his lip and itched his beard. The next vote was shown. “Keith.” Yuri relaxed a little. She was confident there wouldn’t be any more votes on her. The Host showed the next vote. “Bobby.” Bobby nodded. “That means, there is one vote on Yuri, one on Bobby, two on Keith. There is two votes left.” The Host explained. “If one of these two votes land you, Keith, you are going to die.” Keith took himself to the head, as The Host reached for the next vote. Just as The Host turned the sheet, revealing the name ‘Keith’, Keith got up and yelled “Fucking sick fucks!” “Keith, please come up here.” The Host said, and reached for the last vote. He showed it to the others. “The last vote was on you too, Keith.” “You are sick!” Keith yelled, looking at his teammates. “You are fucking sick!” “Please come up here.” The Host repeated. Keith sweared silently as he approached The Host. “Keith,” The Host said. “why do you think they want you dead?” “They’re crazy. They have no fucking idea what they are doing.” Keith said angrily. “They are so fucking stupid! I can’t believe this” None of the others said anything. Keith kept swearing for himself until he saw The Host taking up a hunting knife. “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Keith said, backing away. “Are you nuts? Are you seriously...” But before Keith could finish his sentence, The Host stabbed him in the stomach. Keith could hear Yuri gasping, but other than that, he heard nothing. He moaned for a few seconds, then fell. He looked at Gwen, trying to say something. Gwen just shook her head. “Alright.” The Host said and smiled. “That was fun. Go back now, I’ll see you next week.” The five contestants from Red Team got up and left the lake, leaving The Host and a dying Keith.

Deaths

 * Keith