Hello again all. It seems I am so far successful with keeping the deadline for this story to Monday afternoon (for me). I can't give any promises that this will keep up, but we can all hope, eh?

Dominic

"Yes!" The victorious yell was louder than I thought it would be, causing me to scan the trees that surrounded the farmhouse nervously.

"Scared by your own voice," Kalid snickered, strutting towards the small wheat farm. Together we plucked each wheat stem, piling them by the door. The farmhouse was something of a ruin, with holes in the triangular roof and windows empty of glass. The door hung on rusted hinges; just a tap caused a shriek that may have told the entire games where we were.

"Not exactly dispensers and tripwire, but a trap all the same," muttered Kalid, who from his extensive observance and verbal dissection of everything we had come across; I guessed knew quite a bit of Minecraft traps. Forsaking the door, we clambered through one of the bigger windows, carrying the wheat with us. Inside was a mess; vines hung from holes in the ceiling and slimy moss covered the stone floor. A crafting table sat in a corner along with three furnaces and a small chest. I rushed to open the chest. Inside was an apple, two arrows and a crude stone axe.

"I get the apple." Kalid snatched the fruit from my hand, grinning wickedly. Scowling, I thrust the axe inside my belt, throwing the arrows at Kalid, who ducked, leaving the arrows to clatter on the floor.

Aside from a bow and leather boots (which I wore) we had found earlier, this was all we had. Both Kalid and I had ran from the cornucopia. We were smart enough to get away from everyone at the first chance.

I stood over the crafting table, studying the nine squares. "Right. How do we use this?"

"Erm.." Kalid bumped past me, spreading a handful of wheat across the lower three squares. A second passed, then a brown loaf of bread glimmered faintly in the centre of the squares. With a near-silent whooshing, the wheat vanished and the bread solidified, warm and edible.

"Cool." Kalid spread a large bundle of the wheat across the squares. Five loaves were made. Sparsely eaten, we could survive for at least three days.

"I'm going to check for any dropped wheat." I nodded my consent to Kalid, already heading towards the back of the house, intent on finding anything of value.

Nothing much was there, the house was even more of a ruin in this part; half of the back wall had fallen, leaving piles of stones blocking up the floor.

"Domin- Aaaaaaaaaah!" Kalid's scream faded into pitiful whimpers as I rushed outside, the ruins forgotten. Four strangers stood at the edge of the trees. One of them had a bow notched, though she seemed shaken. One lock of her short black hair hung before her eye, though the rest was tucked neatly behind her ears. Her thin lips hung wide open as she stared at Kalid.

My pair was writhing on the muddy ground that had once been the wheat farm, a dark arrow sticking from his gut. There was a surprisingly little amount of blood, though he was clearly in a great deal of pain.

"Holly, finish him off. He's in a lot more pain than he would be if dead." I raised my gaze to glare at the speaker, a brown-haired guy who was perhaps 15, maybe 16. He seemed a little pale, and not in the least shocked, but his voice was steady. For that, I hated him. Kalid was dying. They had killed him, no matter if he was dead yet or not.

"Fuck you all," I spat, grabbing my axe. In response, one of them unsheathed a sword so quickly it seemed she had always held the blade bare.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!" Kalid's scream ran through the forest, stopping the girl from saying whatever it was she had planned to say.

"Kill them. We have to move now." The little blonde girl nodded, taking a somewhat large knife in her right hand. She moved towards Kalid, watching him with emotionless eyes.

"Don't think your age will save you kid," I muttered. I was more then ready to run forward and hit at her neck so hard it severed, then pain exploded across my thigh. The goddamn archer had shot me!

Cursing, I clumsily threw the axe towards the archer and guy, who still stood where I first saw them. The red-haired girl had stepped into the forest and out of sight. The two ducked, completely denying me a final chance at revenge.

"No, no, please n-" Kalid's plea was replaced with a sickly gurgling. His throat had been slit.

"Damn you all." It was all I could think of as lightning shook the ground.

"Damn us? Who is it that forces us to kill for our own survival?" The red-haired girl had returned, and had begun spitting philosophy. I didn't have a chance to reply before the little girl came at with me with her knife.

Ian

I'm the only one of this group who hasn't killed anyone.

I was more scared than disgusted. Would it be my turn next? Amy had killed a boy earlier, Isobelle and Holly together had killed two. The only sign of where their bodies had lain were two scorch marks on the earth, remnants of the lightning that had disintegrated their bodies. Their items were packed safely in my bag, six loaves of bread and an apple.

"Let's go," whispered Holly. She had barely made a sound since she had shot the first person and I couldn't blame her. We were all shaken, aside perhaps from Amy, who was as silent and emotionless as a stone. She had left us to scout quickly around the farmhouse, and was now returning.

"I found a path," Amy said. "We should follow it."

"A path would leave us in the open."

"Then we'll stick to the trees." I turned to Isobelle in surprise. Her knife was clean of blood and sat in the small sheath at her belt.

"Let's go then," I muttered, already following Amy. I seemed to be doing that a lot.

Dominic and Kalid were names I got off my friend. She got quite upset when I told her I was going to kill her brothers :P