UFSW Hunger Games/Issue 10

This is a preview of Issue 10 of the UFSW Hunger Games and it is written by TheInfected. The full issue is expected to be released the week of September 30, 2013.

Issue 10
Ash finds himself watching as Conner finishes bashing in the brains of the man they just found. His once brown hair, white face and dark eyes are no longer recognizable once Conner is finished with him, as all of that has been replaced by the man’s dark brain splattered all over the floor. But that wasn’t what freaked Ash out the most, not at all actually. It was the mad look in Conner’s eyes as he did it, like he enjoyed it maybe.

Soon enough however Conner finally decides there is nothing left to bash so he finally drops the once brown, now red bat on the ground. His eyes just stare down at the man’s body and Ash can tell he is trying to hide a smirk. “It’s just as simple as that…” Ash can hear Conner mutter to himself before he walks away from the body, now making his way toward Ash.

“Good job on finding him Kid.”

“Sure.” Ash says, forcing a smirk on his face like he agrees with Conner. “We gotta do anything to win right?”

“Yeah.” Conner says with a smirk. He might have taught this kid a thing or two. “Alright so go get PJ so we can get out of here. There could be people coming after this guy.”

“Alright meet you in five.” Ash says as he turns away from Conner, now being able to let go of the fake smirk. As he begins to walk away he can see Conner dragging the man’s body out of the corner of his eye. His blood now flowing all over the pavement. It was disgusting but must have been a normal sight in Conner’s eyes.

Soon enough Ash turns the corner to find PJ still sitting in the same alley Ash left him in and still digging through his bag of supplies. Like he was trying to make a weapon. “Hey kid.” Ash says which makes PJ slightly jump before he realizes it’s Ash and Ash grows a small smirk from this. “What you making?”

“Oh nothing.” PJ says as he just puts the bag down, his complete attention on Ash and at this moment that is exactly what Ash needed. PJ can soon tell that something is wrong by the look in Ash’s eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to leave,” Ash says suddenly “leave him.” Ash finishes with a completely different tone towards the end. PJ stared at Ash like he was just a acting stupid at the moment.

“Conner is one of the only reasons we are probably still alive, Ash.” PJ reminds him hoping that they would change Ash’s mind, but it didn’t at the slightest. “Why do you want to leave all of a sudden?”

“I don’t trust him. Besides we could survive on our own out there, we don’t need him.”

“So what you just want to leave him?”

“No. I was thinking the other option.” Ash says hushed and it didn’t take a second for PJ to figure out what the other option is.

The other option was to kill Conner.

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No Hope. There was truly no hope, well at least that’s what Mark Jones though as he limped across the dull suburbs of Washington D.C.He looked like a mess right now. Blood running down his shirt due to a gunshot, his ankle still remained popped out of place and ever move caused him to silently scream and his eyes, his broken eyes, are tired and filled with anger. He’s had quite a day.

After losing his friends the other day he finally decided to play this game. He killed three people today; One brown haired girl, a dark skinned, slight gray haired woman and a young teenage boy. Even after how brutally he killed the boy Mark doesn’t regret a thing. Only thing he regrets is getting injured.

In Fact he was so injured that he couldn’t keep walking and he found himself stopping against the brick wall that sat behind him, and although it was hard as nails Mark still found comfort against it. He just found comfort in sitting down to be honest. Taking slow, deep breaths Mark finally decides to check and see what is wrong with him at the moment and how he could fix it.

Now there was nothing Mark could do about the gunshot, by himself at least. But another thought drifted into his mind. He could fix his foot. Mark looks down onto his foot and looks at it’s odd, current shape as it sits out of place. Maybe, just maybe Mark could snap it into place. The pain was unimaginable but the success it could bring Mark was good. Mark couldn’t help but think of the saying ‘No Pain, No Gain’ at that moment and the saying applied to him right now. If he was going to win this he needed to be in best shape he could possible be in.

“Now or never.” Mark encourages himself repeatedly as he places his rifle on the ground next to him and he pulls his leg close. Placing his hand on his foot he cringes at the feel of it. He couldn’t even feel it and it felt lose. Could make Mark puke but now wasn’t the time. He closes his eyes and bites down on his lip as he grips his foot.

Then quicker than anything he’s ever done he spins his hand around and can only let out a bloody murder scream as he can feel his foot snap into place. The pain was unbearable but it only lasted for a short moment.

Only a short moment. Then it was gone. The pain was gone just like that. Mark slowly opens his eyes and looks at his foot, moving his toes back and forth. It felt right, the shape was right and it was all good. He fixed it. Mark can’t help but smirk at his success but he can’t just sit here forever. He needed to move as the walkers were fast approaching. Jumping to his feet, now hard so his foot can rest, he picks up his rifle and makes his way down the alley. Ready to play again.

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Just like that it was over. It was the push of a trigger and blam, it was over. But as Alfred stood there he couldn’t help but shake his hand as he stared down at the body that was in front of him. The suited man now sits there on the ground with a bullet right through his head. The man that tried helping him now laid there cold and dead.

Yet it wasn’t simple like Alfred thought. He had this gut wrenching feeling like he could just puke as he looked down at the body and the feeling, that horrible feeling of regret stirred inside him. As simple as that Cole and Billie said to him. Yet they were wrong by far.

It wasn’t as simple as that. But at least now Alfred can show his worth to them.

Not wanting to look at the body anymore he turns to leave and meet up with Cole but something stops him. He thinks he heard something. Like a breath. He quickly turns around and aims his pistol across the room over to the doorway, where the main emerged from earlier. He must have friends. He wishes it was just his imagination however as he doesn’t want to kill anyone else. But if Alfred wanted to survive then so be it.

Amelia currently watched the man who just killed Richard as he aims in their direction, his hand shaking yet firmly on the trigger. She must have made too much noise. “C’mon on out.” The man quietly says as he stands his ground. “Don’t make me come over there.”

Amelia curses under her breath and she glances next to her over to Leroy, who currently stands there panicked. In just under a few minutes both Joe and Richard were killed and she’s left alone with Leroy. He was hers now.

“What do we do?” Leroy quietly asks trying not to make to much noise.

“Just follow me.” She says back quickly before slightly glancing out the door again. The man was still there and he slowly began to make his way toward them. Amelia does look at the door they came in through but the man would seem them if she tried to run. She had to do this quick and had to get Leroy at.

Alfred slowly makes his way toward the door and his suspicions are confirmed when a blonde haired girl jumps out from there. Alfred quickly notices something in her hand and he is about to kill her before the girl throws something and he can feel a glass vase connect with his face. Alfred’s shot completely misses as he jumps back, wiping the glass from his face and slightly screaming. He couldn’t see and who knew what the girl would do.

Amelia had no time to take down Alfred and she instead ran for the exit with Leroy right behind her. “Just don’t look back.” She shouts to him before they both run out the exit.

Alfred looks around the room again and sees the girl is gone. Another survivor on the loose. He quickly curses himself as he wipes the final piece of glass away. “God damnit.” He mutters to himself as he tries thinking what to do. Does he follow them?

Luckily Alfred didn’t have to chose because he soon heard a familiar voice boom behind him. “Alfred?” Cole asks and Alfred turns around to face Cole.

Cole walks closer to Alfred and can catch a dead body on the floor next to him. Cole and Alfred lock eyes for a second and Alfred gives a slight nod to show that he was the one did it. Cole can’t help but smirk then as Alfred makes his way back to him.

Alfred will be use to him afterall.

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