A/N ●● So one of you guys asked about how this story 'came to be'. Hmmmm. There's a ton to say, but I'll try and shorten it. Well, if there's a book about this specific idea, I have no clue, but originally, I decided to make this story because I saw the 'Unfriended' trailer and that's how I wrote the very first chapter. (Only the Skype thingy part or whatever, I didn't watch the movie, only the trailer.)
Then, the idea of Survival of the Fittest itself was just from a brief review in Social Studies! LOL, you know, the monopoly thing where businesses try to eliminate the weaker competition until there's one main business? Well, yeah, it got me thinking that what if I took out the 'business' part and used people? That would make a cool story!
And finally, Survival of the fittest COULD have been a good and healthy competition, but I was getting SO much AWESOME feedback from my other story whenever I put a creepy chapter and so I decided that since I actually LOVED to write in that theme, then the games will be HORROR and SUSPENSEFUL and GRUESOME!
Yeah, This is what I learn from school... Sorry for this huge ass paragraph of an answer! Told you there's a ton to say!
Anywayyyyyy, Back to the second chapterrrrrrrr!
Tris steps forward and pushes the door to the cafeteria open.
The moment she enters, a bunch of heads turn to look at her.
19 heads, to be exact, and they all look about her age.
There's two tables that are marked 'A' and 'B' and it seems as though it's color coded.
Blue for 'A' and Black for 'B'.
That explains Tris' black uniform.
She looks up and sees a huge screen again.
So you came to the Cafeteria! Welcome! Here are the 2 teams. A and B. If you are in Group A, please sit on the Blue table. If B, then sit on the black table. Once everyone is seated we will begin the new set of instructions.
Oh. Am I the last one? Tris asks herself.
She slowly walks over to the black table and sits on the very edge of the bench.
A boy with chocolate skin sits to her right.
There's a loud screech and Tris jolts a bit. The screen changes into a new set of words.
So the last person has finally come.-
Everyone glances at Tris. She slides down from the bench a bit to hide herself.
As you know, there are 20 people in total. 10 from Group A and 10 from Group B.
Tris quickly does a head count.
...17...18...19... And me. 20.
A ping sounds and Tris looks back up at the screen.
. Now let's get started with the game! As you've already read, the name of this game is called, Survival Of The Fittest. In this game, there's the 2 groups, of course. If you look near the side of the cafeteria, there's another big screen with a lever next to it.
Everyone stops reading to look over at the big screen with a red lever next to it.
What's going to happen is that we're going to ask for a volunteer each day to pull the lever. Either 2 or 4 names will pop up. This means that the players will face 1 vs 1 or 2 vs 2. When the names show up, we will give those specific people their task, or also known as, a mini game.
Tris cringes as she remembers that the last thing she was doing in her home was playing a Minecraft mini game.
The rest of the group members that have not been chosen will sit in the observation room where they will be able to see both teams' cameras.
And no, there is no communication
Whatever conversation goes on during the games is from either a group's teammates or the interaction between 2 teams.
Here is the list of names for each group, get to know everyone!
GROUP A:
• Lauren
• Eric
• Peter
• Drew
• Myra
• Matthew
• Nita
• Molly
• Rita
• Fernando
GROUP B:
○ Tris
○ Four
○ Zeke
○ Shauna
○ Marlene
○ Uriah
○ Will
○ Christina
○ Lynn
○ Al
Everyone is silent as they read the names of their teammates or enemies.
The boy next to Tris nudges her. "I'm Uriah." He whispers with a friendly smile.
Tris quickly contemplates on whether she should speak to him or not.
She did not like interacting with people after her parents had-
Oh fucking screw it. She tells herself.
"I'm Tris." She says quietly.
Uriah nods and smiles at her. Though she wasn't used to it, she gives a quick, small smile back.
Tris was not in the mood for acting so oblivious to their situation at hand, but after thinking about the creepy area she was in, she decided that she liked how Uriah was at least talking to her.
I guess I have to start being friendly, seeing as everyone on this table is my teammate. Tris thinks to herself.
There's a loud ping again.
Assuming you all have finished reading, now for the fun part again. We're going to get you into your rooms. We will pick your roommates and we will pick your room. There's no way to change them once picked. Hope you've gotten used to the dark. It will be happening a lot.
Tris gasps as a sharp pain hits her neck.
Within seconds, she's knocked out, along with everyone else in the room.
She thought one thing, however, before the darkness consumed her.
She did not like to be out of control.
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How am I doing? AND THANK YOU FOR ALL UR AWESOME REVIEWS!
THEY TOTALLY MAKE MY DAY!
This is my second fanfic, so I'm finally getting a hang of this.
*sigh* Gosh, sometimes I wish I could just jump into the action!
BTW, Again, sorry for that huge paragraph in the beginning!
And this was a short chapter! :'( , Don't worry, the next one will be long!
~divergentFREAK24