UFSW Hunger Games/Issue 13

This is Issue 13 of the UFSW Hunger Games and is written by TheInfected. This issue also will reveal who the winner is.

Issue 13
Amelia could still hear Mark’s screams, getting louder and louder by the moment, as she walked down the road. However she appears to have a forceful smile on her face, like she tried and tried to be happy. All she wanted to do was feel good about herself because she finally did it. She killed Mark, the man who killed all of her friends. She avenged Sarah. Danny. Leroy. Naomi. She avenged all of them but she still, despite that, just felt nothing. No happiness. No regret. No sadness. She just felt empty.

She didn’t expect this feeling. After all she’s done, after all the people she lost because of that..that bastard, she felt nothing after watching him being torn by infected. Nothing. She felt like nothing happened. She expected to feel happy, maybe even just a slither of it, but nope. Nothing.

However she knew that this would be over soon, she just knew it. There couldn’t be any a lot of people left, at least that’s what she thinks as she walks down the road. “Okay let’s see...’” She mutters to herself as she counts how many people she knew that died: That one black man named Sam, Naomi, Sarah, Danny, Joe, Richard, Leroy, The girl with read hair, the blonde haired man and her arch enemy. Ten people she knew that died, and she had to bet that there was lots more dead.

She glances around the once alive town around her, trying to see if there was anything that stood out. Besides a few dead walkers there was nothing except her and the silence around her, with the only thing she could hear was the wind. At least she knew she was alone, which was either a good or bad thing. She just wished something would happen. Anything. Anything that could make her win because she just wanted to be done with this.

Deciding to take a small rest Amelia sits down on the former bus stop bench, trying to think of a new plan. Placing her almost empty pistol next to her she decides to stop thinking of a plan and just take a breath, God knows she deserved it.

However as she sat here she began to think about home, well the closest thing she had to home right now; The Douglas Family Farm. Sure it wasn’t perfect but she made a home there. She thinks about little Ava and wonders how she is doing. Hopefully Charlotte was taking care of her. Then there was Vicky, Jackie, Doug, Jack...she never really talked to them but she didn’t consider them enemies. Of course there was Anthony but she didn’t even want to think about that piece of shit. However after a moment she was almost ready to burst down in tears because Bobby popped into her head.

She couldn’t help but wonder what her little step-brother was up to. Was he upset? Angry? Confused? Bobby has always been confused about many things and it was one of the things Amelia loved most about him. She thought about Bobby, Sarah and her would sit around campfires at night and Amelia would tell Bobby what it was like before the apocalypse. Whenever she mentioned stuff about it he always got the same smile on his face. She missed him like hell.

But sitting here thinking about him, and the rest of the farm, made something drive in her. Like a mission, an objective. If she wanted to see her brother again then she has to finish this game and make sure no one gets in her way. Picking up her pistol she decides to think of a plan now because she was ready to win.

Ready to find Bobby again.

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Conner looks down into the street, which only a few moments ago held home to a four way fight. It was pretty entertaining to Conner as he sat here and watched them squirm to survive. The sniper, the idiots in the street and the blonde haired girl all had some good things going on. Of course now the fight is over as the idiots lay dead in the streets and the girl chased the sniper off. Now the street was just full of infected and the two people’s dead body. Nothing entertaining now.

Getting off the ledge of the roof he was sitting on, Conner decides to keep moving again. He feels like he is rested up after the fight from earlier and he’s just ready to win these fucking games. Now, with all energy restored and bruises healed, he feels like he can end it. He’s ready to win these games. Hell he’s been prepared for shit like this for the past twenty five years.

Walking away from the roof and toward the stairs he briefly scans around the area and finds it calm. To calm. The way he’s always seen it was that if it was to calm then something bad was gonna happen. A calm before the storm.

Well whatever it is then Conner is ready.

He’s killed so many people now that nothing can stop him. The brown haired man, crazy man and the tattooed fuck. Then there was the blonde girl then the people he watched die then Ash...no. He didn’t kill Ash, or at least he didn’t do it on purpose if he did. It was the kid’s fucking fault Conner told himself as he walked out of the building but he still had that feeling in him. Maybe if I just tried being nicer..

“It wasn’t my fucking fault.” Conner tells himself out loud because this feeling had to escape him. After Ash left him then the kid was on his own and he couldn’t have survived. He had to have died. Had to have.

But deep down Conner had this feeling that Ash was still out there and that somehow Conner would have to kill him. But could he do it? Sure Ash was just a person standing in his way of winning but he felt something with that kid. He reminded him of his own son, Joey and then his Ash. Little Ash…...Just thinking about him still rose anger inside of him.

Conner decides to jump out of these thoughts because he needed a plan. Now. He needs to plan how he plans on finishing off the others and how he’s gonna escape fucking DC. But most importantly what is he gonna do once he gets out of DC? He has no family, or friends, to go find. No home to go to either. All he had was himself.

A broken down, shitty ass man with no morals and was a complete disgrace. That’s what he was and that’s all he had. Wasn’t much and it wasn’t anything good.

Conner decides to stop bashing himself and he glances around the area he was in. He noticed the sun was setting and it had to be around twelve around now. If he was gonna win this then he needed a plan before dark came.

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Ash sat in the corner of the same apartment where he killed that man earlier but by now the he already threw the man’s body to the infected. In fact he thought he could hear the infected outside as they chow down on their lunch, but maybe he was just hearing things.

As he sits here he can’t help but think about when these games would end. These days have been some of the worst days of his fucking life, but of course he had worse days. Much worse days.

He thinks about PJ and how he failed him. He didn’t deserve to die and he didn’t even deserve to be in these games, hell no one deserved to be in this hell. Not even The General...not even that cold hearted cunt deserved to be here. None of them did.

But it was all ending soon. The games. The death. It was all gonna end even though Ash didn’t really care about winning. In fact winning was one of the las things on his list he was worried about. The thing he was really worried about was how he was gonna get back to Eden? Here he is all the way back in America with no plane this time. Was he supposed to boat back? Swim back? And what was he gonna do if he gets there without PJ. The news of what happened here would kill Delcan and Manila and probably even Darla too.

Ash, now deciding to actually see what’s going on, picks up his crossbow and makes his way toward the door, wiping the dust off him as he does. Slowly opening the door he peeks into the hallway and watches as the walkers feast on Ken’s body over in the far corner of the room. Briefly watching the body being eaten Ash manages to crack a small smile.

Looks like he killed Peeta and Katniss.

With his joke now over Ash begins to make his way down the stairs as he holds his crossbow close to his chest. Kicking the front door open he expects a fight and is almost shocked when he notices the empty street sitting in front of him. No walkers, no people, nothing interesting. Just an empty street and the sound of winning blowing up against him.

Something seemed off to him as he looked around the empty area. No way it just so happened to be this calm when only a few minutes ago there was a giant herd. Either they all went somewhere else or they just want into hiding? Either way it was weird.

“Just fucking great…” Ash mutters as he slightly lowers his crossbow, seeing nothing dangerous in the area. He knew something fishy was going on and he was gonna find the answers. The answers probably being that he was one of the last people left. At this point there couldn’t be much people left anyways.

He takes one glance around the area before he begins to jog to his right; Just ready to end this.

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