Wes sat in despair on a log in a small clearing he was wearing a white shirt, black jeans and trainers he held his weapon a harpoon gun in his hand. He was scared and more so of being killed by that psychotic manic Casper. He heard voices he fell off the log he was sitting on and peered over Graham, Jo and Sarah entered the clearing and saw Wes immediately.
Wes saw Graham's gun in his hand he started to sweat.
"Please don't kill me!" he stammered and started to move back.
"Hey we won't hurt you mate we aren't playing the game" reassured Graham. He suddenly thought he was taking more than a small risk on this guy he knew nothing about. "I'm Graham this is Jo and Sarah."
"Wes" he replied
"Pleased to meet you Wes listen you can team up with us and we can find a way out of this hell all of us."
"Ok I'll come I've been so scared." Wes stammered.
The four headed out of the woods and along the brow of a hill. They didn't see that someone was watching them. Max was on top of the hill watching them four bleeps on his tracer and he watched them slowly walk along the brow of the hill he decided straight away to join them he ran down to meet them.
Graham turned to the corner and saw Max leaning against a tree.
"Hey guys" Max said softly.
"Max you found us how?" cried Sarah she ran over to him and hugged him.
"With this" he showed them his weapon the tracer.
"Wow Max that's great!" exclaimed Sarah she kissed him softy.
"Oh mate this is Wes another anti game player" introduced Graham.
"Wes pleased to meet you I'm Max" said Max and shook his hand.
"Hey pleased to meet you."
"Hey I was going to hide in that farmhouse about half a mile from here no one is there if you want to?" suggested Max.
"Good idea I think it'll give us cover" said Jo.
The five headed toward the farmhouse.
Cara had finally washed all the blood off her face and got most of it off her shirt she looked around she had decided since the six am announcement that she would play the game she had a hunting knife as her weapon. She knew that she would have to lay her hands on a gun at some point sooner rather than later.
She headed towards the North West cliffs where she thought she had seen someone. She was right it was Andrea Jones. She was sitting on the cliff edge.
"Andrea!" Cara called out.
"Don't come any closer Cara I'll jump I swear!" she cried back.
"Don't jump Andrea!" reassured Cara as she held her hunting knife behind her back. "I'm one of your best friends and I won't lie to you. It's going to be ok I promise!"
"Ok Cara" stammered Andrea. She lay back and rolled back and stood up and was going to pick up her kit bag when a sudden whooshing sound came through the air. Cara with lethal and deadly precision had thrown her hunting knife straight into Andrea's eye. Andrea fell backwards and plunged off the cliff onto some jagged rocks below. She was dead before the impact.
"Silly bitch trust no one in this game!" smiled Cara as she collected Andrea's kit bag it had a pistol in it. "Good now let's finds some more victims!"