Hi guys!
This is the first time i've written a story for a looooooong time, so i apologise for anything that might be boring or any mistakes. In the next (few) chapter(s), it will just be memories from his past. Reviews would be appreciated~ Thank you for your time!
italics - note that it is a thought.
Shinji Mimura (Boy #19) was bloody, bloody in his own blood. He took shelter behind the car that he stole the car battery from, the one that was used to help with his plan, the plan to escape this 'game'. The Program. The program where a lottery randomly selects a third year junior high class in Japan and sticks them on a deserted island where everyone has to kill each other until one survives. Shinji's body was gradually beginning to shut itself down while the pain from the shots caused by Kazuo Kiriyama (Boy #6) grew more painful. The sounds of the Ingram MAC-10 machine pistol firing rapidly against the steel protection, it beckoned all around the woods, the remaining 17 students could probably hear the violence and avoided that direction. Shinji looked to his left and saw his best friend Yutaka Seto (Boy #12) lying on the floor, soaked in red with his eyes looking towards him, so cold and lifeless. Shinji's eyes began to fill up with tears as he stared back at them.
"I'm so sorry Yutaka." He whimpered softly. "I couldn't protect you. And it was all my fault, I'm sorry for not trusting Keita. I'm sorry for not trusting you." He cried to himself, bearing both physical and emotional pain, he pictured the scenery from when they both decided the plan. The image of Yutaka smiling when Shinji told him: "When we escape, it'll be together." "I'm so sorry. Thank you for everything that you've done for me and always trusting me when I wasn't able to trust you all the way through this."
Laughter came to his head. "What?" he thought.
"Shinjiiiii, don't give up!~" a sweet voice came into his head, then so did an image. An image of a petite average looking girl, glancing over her shoulders towards his direction and into his eyes whilst grinning. "Ah… Yui-tan." He smiled. "I know how you will react once you hear that I am no longer in this world. I hope you don't cry. I'm not there to comfort you, hold you tight and kiss you on the nose, just the way you like me to cheer you up and comfort." Shinji took out his wallet with his weakening strength and took out a picture, a picture of him and Yui together. He held it against his lips and formed a pout over Yui. "I hope you'll be happy from now on, please don't go doing anything silly, and always be careful." A weak smile appeared across his face. "I love you." He announced in his imaginary scenery. Shinji looked up towards the sky, it was filled with dusk shades and colours that overlapped with the explosion like fire that grew bigger and bigger. "I found her Uncle; I finally found the nice girl that you were telling me to hurry up and find."
As Shinji begun to close his eyes, he reminisced the times that he had together with Yui. The time where they first had their eye contact with each other, the time where he spoke to her for the first time, their first date, the first meal she cooked for him, the first time they did it together, the little memories that made him love her more and more and lastly, the first time he fell for her..