Ponyboy was crying intensely. "Shh. Shhh. It'll be alright, Pony. It wasn't that bad." Soda cooed. Soda was lying. It was terrible he had never seen anyone die and he honestly didn't want to. He also didn't want to be here either, playing this stupid game. Not everyone would participate right? Someone would want to stop this nonsense, right? "Here lemme get the blood off of you." he said tenderly. Wiping the dead boy's blood of off Pony's face with his sleeve. Pony stopped crying and stared at Soda.

"W-We're going to die aren't we..?"Pony asked. Soda frowned. Maybe. He thought.

"No. I'm not going to let that happen, I swear, on my life." Soda said seriously. Pony chuckled lightly. "What?"

"You're life is mine, remember?" he said touching his collar. Soda smiled and ruffled his hair. They were sitting on a fallen tree.

"Come on, let's go look for a place for the night." Soda said. Pulling Pony's arm they got up and walked until they found a pass in the forest. It was a large empty square in the middle of the forest that was undisturbed. It on the top of a short narrow hill. "This is nice, I guess. Maybe we can stay here for the night?" Soda asked for permission. Ponyboy nodded. They sat down on a fallen tree. They both sighed. "What did you get?" Soda asked. They both looked through their own survival bag.

"Rope?" Ponyboy asked in disbelief pulling the long rope out. "How am I supposed to fight with rope?"

"A baseball bat." Soda said taking the long bat out of his bag. "We can share, I guess." Pony picked up a large rock and began to tie multiple knots around it with his rope. "What are you doing?" When Pony had stopped he swung the rope at a tree causing some bark to come off.

"Good enough." A gun shot was heard to the west.

"What the hell was that?" Soda asked aloud standing and backing the bushes behind them shook frantically and out jumped a medium sized boy. He swung something large downward. Pony and Soda jumped to different sides, and began to back away from the medium sized teen.

"C-C-Curly?!" Pony asked in disbelief.

"Die! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" he said clutching an ax close to his chest. He ran at them again. He slashed at their heads and the Curtis brothers both ducked. Soda was hit hard in the side with the bottom of the ax hard, sending flying backward into a tree. He slid to his butt with his eyes closed clutching his ribs.

"Soda!" Pony called. The aw was swung again and Pony ducked just missing the blade which got stuck in a tree. Curly pulled at the aw with his might but to no avail. Pony ran to his survival bag to get the makeshift whip. Curly forgot about the ax and retrieved a large switchblade tucked in the depth of his pocket. He charged at Pony and pushed him into a tree before he could get the whip. With the knife a few millimeters away from his neck Pony grabbed Curly's wrist and tried to push it away. Curly grabbed Pony's hair and slammed his head into the tree twice making, Pony lose his strength. The blade was now touching his neck. This is it. Pony thought.

A long blue object came swinging through the air and it hit Curly right in the head causing him to let go of Pony and he tumbled down the narrow hill with a switchblade still in his hand. Somewhere along his descent the knife went into Curly's chest making his cry out in pain. He was dead. Pony looked to his right and saw Soda holding the baseball bat. "No..." A high voice called. A collar beeped. A girl that looked about thirteen stepped out of the trees and sobbed. "Why... Curls... Why...?" 13...

Pony gasped. "Isn't that their sister?" he whispered. 10...

"I-I-It was y-you w-wasn't it...?" she mumbled. 09... "WHY?!" 08... "He was trying to protect me...!" she whispered. 07... "You bastards... We always hated the Curtises...!" 06... "No but I didn't..." 05... "I liked you, Pony!" 04... "But not anymore!" she said. 03... She ripped the knife from her brother's chest and pointed it at the Curtis brothers. 02... She began screaming frantically. 01... She charged at them at the top of the hill. 00... With a loud crack her neck exploded. Halfway up the hill she tumbled downwards until she reached the bottom, next to her dead brother.

Soda looked at Pony who was already on the verge of tears. He pulled him into a warm embrace letting the baseball bat roll down the hill. "Shh. Shh. It's alright, Pony. It's alright." he cooed. Ponyboy was very tense.

"S-S-She l-liked me S-Soda... Why did she have to die? WHY?" he cried.

"Shh. Shh. You didn't know. It's not your fault."

"That's n-not j-just i-it, either..." he studdered. "H-He t-tried t-to kill me... I though we were f-f-friends..."

"It was one sided Pony. He doesn't deserve you as a friend." Soda cooed. Pony eased up a little. "It's okay." Soda rubbed Ponyboy's back.

"T-Them a-at the bottom of the h-hill... That might be us, right?" he asked. Soda shook his head against Pony's but he truly didn't know. Maybe it would. Pony stopped crying.

"You okay, now?" Soda asked. Pony nodded. "Okay, let's go get their weapons and survival bags."

"Why?"

"We might need their stuff." Soda answered. They didn't look far to find their camouflage army bags and when they did, they snatched them up and took their weapons. As insensitive as it was they would need it. Because taking their stuff was the only way to win survival.

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