UFSW Survivor/Issue 7

This is the 7th issue of UFSW Survivor.

This issue was written by Kaffe4200.

Issue 7
“Choose one person from your team that you consider as a strong person. Someone you would trust with your life. Someone that your team can’t risk losing. Send that person down to me at the library. Host.” Was what the note said. Maria was standing with it in her hand, reading it for the others. “I don’t know how I feel about this…” Joel muttered, looking at the others. “Could be something good, right?” Hope said with a faint smile. “Could be. Or he could just kill us.” Joel argued. “But we better send someone.” “Who, though?” Jay asked, sitting on a lawn chair, eating. Everyone else were standing in a small circle, discussing. “I’d say Joel.” Liza said. “He’s strong, and I would definitely trust him with my life.” “Yeah, agreed.” Jay said with his mouth full. “Let’s choose Joel.” Joel muttered something unhearable, then let out a sigh. “That’s a plan then.” Jay said. “You better pack your stuff.”

On the other team, they had the same issue, choosing who to go. Peter, Gwen and Ken wanted Bobby to go, while Yuri and Bobby wanted Gwen to go. “How do we settle this?” Ken asked, itching his neck. He really didn’t want to go. Peter reached for his back pocket, taking up a coin. He looked from Gwen to Ken. With a raised eyebrow and a small sigh, Gwen said “Alright, tails.” “If tails, you go. Heads, Ken goes.” Peter flipped the coin, revealing a tails. Gwen shook her head, and Ken let out a sigh of relief.

As Gwen left, Bobby and Ken were following her out, as they had to check on their traps. “Good luck, Gwen.” Ken said, as they separated. Gwen bit her lip and slowly shook her head. Then she walked off. Ken let out a sigh as he and Bobby went to check the first trap. “Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Bobby comforted Ken. Ken and Gwen had grown to like each other in the past couple of weeks. He was worried that anything were to happen to her. Mostly what the Host wouldn’t do to her. “Yeah, thanks.” Ken said, not convinced. “She’ll be fine, sure…”

Joel entered the library. It looked deserted, just like all other libraries he’d seen since the apocalypse began. Except, in this one there was no zombies. The Host were nowhere to be seen either. “Hello?” Joel said loudly. “Anyone here?” “Yeah.” Gwen said, showing herself from behind a shelf. “Hi.” “Where is he?” Gwen shrugged. Just then, Host’s voice could be heard over a speaker. “Good, you’re here. I’m in the backroom, come out here.” The Host’s voice said. Joel looked briefly as Gwen, who was already headed to the backroom.

The room was dark, with only a small window giving a beam of light. Host was standing right in the beam. “So, Joel and Gwen.” Host said with a big grin. “How are you today?” “Let’s just get to it.” Joel said, giving Host a hateful look. “Alright, alright.” Host kept his grin on. “You see, I expected at least one casualty as of now, you know?” Neither said anything. “I mean, besides Olivia, Keith and Lienne. Accidential casualty. We’re in the zombie apocalypse, somebody would have died as of now, right?” Still no response from Joel and Gwen. “Well, it’s messing up my plans. I hate to do this, because it’s not fair.” Host continued. “Not fair? You think this is a fair game you’re letting us play here?” Joel said bitterly. “It is. You decide if you want to die. Give it all you’ve got, physiclly and socially, and you’ll make it. Slack and you will not. Again, I’m sorry to do this, but one of you are gonna have to die in a few minutes.” “Just like that?” Gwen said, now getting nervous. “You’re gonna kill one of us?” “Oh, no.” Host showed two revolvers. He gave one to Joel and one to Gwen. “One of you are gonna shoot the other.” “And if we refuse?” Joel asked, not loading the gun like Gwen. “Then I kill you both. That’d mess up my numbers too, but not as much if I let you both stay alive.” Host explained. “Now, take your spots.” “You’re fucking crazy.” Joel said and loaded his revolver.

“I’ll count to three.” Host said, sitting in a chair, looking from Gwen to Joel. They were standing at each their side of the room, the revolver pointed at each other. Joel looked Gwen in the eyes and shook his head. He briefly looked towards Host, indicating that he wasn’t going to shoot her. Gwen nodded carefully. “One…” Host said, a grin appearing on his face. Both Joel and Gwen cocked the revolvers. “Two…” Just before Host could say ‘three’, Joel aimed the revolver at Host, but before he could do anything, Joel found himself with a gaping hole in his stomach. “Damnit, can’t you follow the goddamn rules, Joel?” Host yelled. He threw his pistol onto the floor and walked over to Joel, who was still standing, speechless. “Kill… kill him, Gwen…” Joel coughed silenty. Host punched Joel in the face, causing the old man to fall over. Then Host turned around, facing Gwen. She had her revolver aimed at Host. “You don’t wanna end up the same way. Now, go back to your team.” Host said, sitting down in his chair again. Gwen continued aiming the gun at Host, not sure what to do. “Drop the gun, Gwen. I’ll see you in a few days, okay? For the challenge?” Host smiled to Gwen, who placed the revolver on the floor, then left the building. Host then took up a version of “Of Mice And Men” and began reading.

Author's Note
For people who have jokers, contact Kaffe if you want to use them in the upcoming challenge.