UFSW Survivor/Issue 6

This is the sixth issue of UFSW Survivor. It is the last issue op Episode 3.

This issue was written by Maxwestt.

Issue 6
The groans of infected cut through the morning peace as the survivors were trying to sleep in a little. Gwen’s eyes snapped open as she heard a groan coming from the main entrance. She waited for three seconds, and soon heard the axe making contact with the skull. She lay down again, smiling, knowing today was not going to be a bad day for her.

Liza had risen early and was smoking a cigarette once again. She hadn’t even had breakfast yet, but she felt she would need it today. The door opened, just like it did two days ago, and Liza half-expected it to be Joel again. However she was met with the face of Hope. She smiled, blowing out a puff of smoke.

“Hey.” Maria didn’t waste any time talking about the cigarettes, she’d known it. She’d seen Liza and Joel two nights ago, but didn’t really bother with it. “Hey. Up early too?” Liza tried to smile, but her exhausted eyes made the whole thing look sad. The nightmares hadn’t subsided, they’d even come more frequent. There was just no getting used to it.

“Yeah, I’m up. Thinking, you know. I mean, we’re safe tonight, I know that, but it just doesn’t feel right, you know? Lienne or Joel’s going to die, and there’s nothing we can do about it.” Maria almost felt like crying with that last statement. She covered her eyes, and suddenly, she was grasped by Liza, pulling her into a hug.

“You’re not going to die tonight.” Liza’s voice was comforting. “You’re going to survive, I am, we’re all going to survive. All we have to do is end this.” She looked into Maria eyes, but was met with pain and suffering. Liza sighed, broke the hug, opened the door and went inside. Maria slumped down against the wall of the factory hall, her head buried in her legs.

Bobby walked around the warehouse, hecking the traps once again. He didn’t find anything but a lone infected trapped in a bear trap.

Bobby sighed. It meant more cleaning for him. If they did capture an animal, they didn’t want infected blood on it. He took out his metal pole and drove it through its eye socket. He cleaned up the trap and set it up again.

When he checked on the next one he found Peter messing with it, trying to make a good noose. Seeing as he was struggling, Bobby fell to his knees, took the noose over from Peter and did it right in two seconds. Peter watched in awe but then covered up his eyes, trying to hide his shame. Bobby saw that.

“Dude, you have nothing to be ashamed of, so don’t act like that. I have a lot of respect for you, ok? You’re valuable in your own way. Now, try again.” And with that, Peter learnt how to properly tie a noose.

Jay and Joel, getting along better every day, were sitting in the warehouse, trying to play some cards. Jay knew better than to ask joel after voting, and Joel wasn’t feeling like asking what Jay wanted to do. With that, they just kept silent until the arival of Hope.

“Hey.” Hope was almost cheerful today, knowing she at least didn’t had to go through council. But her enthousiasm didn’t uite work with the grumpy Joel.

“What is it?” His tone was harsh, even though he didn’t mean it to be like that. “Sorry, had a rough night.” He laid down his cards. “What’s up?”

That made her smile again. “Not much, nervous for tonight. Jay, could I talk to you?”

Jay looked surprised but wet with Hope anyway, a little distance from Joel.

“So, know what you’re voting tonight?” Hope sounded cheery as she said it. “I know, I can tell you, exchange my vote for yours?”

Jay narrowed his eyes. He didn’t really like this side of Hope. “Uhm, no, I didn’t choose yet. Should I? I guess I’ll see tonight?” He shrugged, and returned to Joel.

Hope was left with a sour expression on her face, her plan backfiring so fast.

Evening fell sooner than expected, and before they knew it Green Team was walking towards the lake. Night fell quickly and it was getting pitch black. Green Team stuggled to find the way to the lake, untill they saw the torches near the shed.

They placed themselves on the logs, all while staying silent. Near them 6 toches were stalled out, all glowing with fire. The shed was illuminated in a dark light, untill the door opened and Host stepped out, wearing a formal suit.

He smiled. “Welcome. Thought I’d wear something appropriate. How are you all doing?”

No-one awnsered, untill Lienne spoke up. “Nervous.”

Host kept smiling. “Well, of course, Lienne, that’s only logical for you. The other, talkactive as ever, nothing to add?”

The group kept silent.

Host smile faded a bit. “Well, that’s not so much fun, is it now? Let me do the talking then. Today didn’t go so well, did it? Joel, you were an observer. Where did it go wrong?”

Joel looked at his teammates, one by one, before replying, “I think the communication went bad. The girls talked but Jay didn’t. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to put him up there.”

Host started to smile again. “Ah, so that was it. Hope, did you feel the same way?”

Hope nodded. “Yes, I did. I felt like we were trying to do something down there but Jay wasn’t helping us at all. That sucked.”

Jay sighed. He knew where this was going. He knew what Host would ask next. He just knew.

“And, Jay, what do you think was the cause of this?”

Jay looked at the grinning Host, a little hate in his eyes, before speaking up. “I was distracted.”

Liza spoke up next. “What the hell were you distracted with, Gwen? She was doing a damn fine job, and it was just the two of you up there!”

“Ah”, Host spoke, “But that’s where you’re wrong. I was up there too, talking to our good friend Jay here. I gave him a very… interesting offer.” Five pairs of eyes turned towards Jay. Host sniggered. “Well, this is fun, isn’t it? What was my offer, Jay?”

Jay sighed. The truth would come one day.

“He offered me an advantage for one of my jokers.”

“Well what the hell did you expect? That I just, what, gave up my bullets, just so maybe you guys would win? I don’t know, but I was just thinking about myself here.”

Jay sounded angry, but not as angry as Hope. “And what, you chose yourself over the team? What kind of fucking teamspirit is that?”

Jay stoop up, shouting harder. “Yeah, I chose myself. What the fuck would you do, huh? Be the happy little angel that sacrifices herself, or actually think for a minute and keep your own chances up, huh?”

That made Hope silent. She didn’t like it, but had she been in his shoes, she’d done the same. She coudn’t say that though, that’d be wrong. “Yes, I would, I’d be the fucking angel here. Glad you didn’t and we know this.”

Jay grined his teeth before trying to speak up again, but was interrupted by Host. “Let’s commence with the voting, shall we?”

The remark came so sudden Jay almost tripped over a small log, but he kept his feet. Host saw this and made a little sneer. “You want to go first, Jay? You could’ve just asked.” He laughed at his own joke.

Jay grunted, but opened the door to the shed anyway. Inside, he wrote down a name, and put it in the urn.

When Joel had sat down again, Host retrieved the urn and placed it on the table. He asked another question. “Anyone who wants to use their bullets? Joel, Lienne?”

Joel looked sad, not having any, but Lienne got up, and put one small bullet on the table.

Host smiled once again. “Ah, good, here’s something interesting. Here,” he said, while handing her a gun, “take this and load the bullet. You can shoot one of your votes, alright? Sounds fun, doesn’t it?”

It didn’t strike Lienne as fun, but she nodded anyway. Host took out the first vote.

“Lienne.”

Lienne nodded. She looked at joel, who nodded back to her. That vote she could understand. She took the gun, walked to the table, and pointed it at the name crawled on the paper. She pulled the trigger.

*BLAM*

“That’s 0-0. The next one.” He dug again.

“Joel.”

Joel nodded, knowing he’d get at least one vote.

“Lienne.”

That one struck her hard. She wondered who’d vote against her. Was it Liza, Maria, maybe Jay? Or even Hope?

“Next one. Lienne again. That’s 2 for Lienne, 1 for Joel.”

That one gave her the chills, knowing she should’ve used both her bullets. But all was not lost.

“Joel. 2-2. This is getting interesting. Whoever gets the next, goes out. Joel, Lienne, come stand here please.”

They both got up, not looking at each other. However, Lienne grabbed Joel’s hand as they walked to the table. Joel didn’t let go. It reminded him of the family he once had.

Host dug deep for the last vote. “And this last one, goes to…”

He flipped it.

The words were clear.

‘Lienne’

Maria gave Lienne a tight hug, crying in her chest, as she hugged back. Four people had voted against her, one for reasons known, 3 for reasons not known. She’d never find out who voted for her.

“Lienne, will you please come here?”

Lienne broke the hug and, while recieving a pat on the back from Joel, walked to Host.

“Your bullets, please.”

Lienne handed her bullet to Host, who was still smiling. “Any last words?”

Lienne took a deep breath, before saying a few words. “I know you did what you could. You did great, You’re going to win.”


 * Prrrrrrr*

“I know you will. You just have to work together, as a team.”


 * Click*

“You have to trust each other. You have to win.”

“But not you, Lienne.”

Host put a hand over Lienne’s mouth.

*BLAM*

The bullet went straight through her abdomen, piercing her entire body and leaving a big gaping hole in it.

Her teammates were too shocked to even move. Host spoke to them. “Go. Now.”

They didn’t dare to oppose him. As they ran away, Joel could take one look back. Lienne had slumped down to the ground, and Host was laughing.

Credits
TBA

Author's Note
Alrighty people, now that that’s out of the way, for the next issue we need something a bit different. We want you to pick the person in your team who you feel represents your team in the best way, be it strength, intelligence or even teamwork. We only want 1 person per group, so you’ll have to negotiate with your group on who this will me. SEND US THIS PERSON THROUGH PM. TO EITHER MAX OR KAFFE. Do this ASAP please. Thank you, have a good day.