Sorry this took so long to put up, my computer decided to break down.

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"Hello my little warriors! My, you have been busy. Among the dead are Boy #4, Kevin Byrd, Boy #10, Owen Miller, Girl #4, Ruth Campbell, Girl #5, Naomi Coleman, and Girl #11, Maria Rodriguez. Keep up the good work! And Section C6 will activate at 4 pm, Section A1 will activate at 8pm, and Section D7 activates at midnight."

Collette Russo was going through the clothing store's selection of skirts when the announcement came on. Six more dead. She hadn't been particularly close to any of them, but it was a shame that Ryan Walters was dead. He had such a pretty face. Not to mention he had a masculine body, broad shoulders, and perfectly white teeth. She considered him to be the only boy in the class even remotely suitable for her. But for some reason he had chosen to date that poor, ugly Maria Ramirez. She had the jawline of a man and hardly wore any designer brands. At least she was dead now.

Collette pulled a short, white, ruffled skirt off of the rack. This would have to do. She pulled off her jeans and pulled the skirt on. Time to find a top.

Martin Coleman stared out the window of the house he was staying in. He held his pipe firmly in his hand as he kept watch. He hadn't seen anyone since this had started luckily. On the other hand, John, Owen, and Naomi were dead. His two best friends and his cousin. This thing was crazy. He had hardly ever talked to Naomi, even though they were cousins. Maybe he should have. But John and Owen? They had been friends since kindergarten. They didn't even care that he was so much stupider than they were. It had always been the three of them. But now… they were gone.

The sound of shattering glass disturbed his thoughts of them. He readied his pipe and walked down the hallway into the kitchen. He looked out the window and saw Jonas Thurman throwing a jar against the ground. Several shirt buttons flooded out onto the concrete pathway leading up to the porch. Was that his weapon? Martin felt a little better about the metal pipe he had been given. He didn't think that Jonas would try to attack him, but he didn't want to go outside and say hi to him either. Not because he didn't trust him, but because he was making a lot of noise, and was probably attracting the attention of some of his classmates. Martin may not have been smart, but if he did know about one thing, it was hunting, and right now Jonas was an easy target for some of the better armed predators.

Martin grabbed his bag and slipped out the back door and into the garden. He used some dying ivy as a foothold and hopped up over the fence. He could still faintly hear Jonas kicking the smashed jar around. He half wished that he would have the sense to stop.

But he half didn't.

Jonas Thurman was completely and utterly pissed that he had gotten such a pathetic weapon. A jar full of buttons? Really?

He sat down on the steps of the porch. He couldn't believe it. He may have had a chance of winning if he had been given something useable, but now, all hopes of being the last person diminished.

Suddenly, he had an idea. Maybe he could team up with someone with a better weapon, and then take them out in their sleep! Yes, that might work. But he needed the right person. Someone who was too loyal for their own good, and physically weak. He took out the list of names from his bag and crossed off the ones from the previous announcement. Eighteen left. He scanned across the list. Martin, Kelly, Nicholas, Kate, and maybe Donna.

No, not Donna, she would slow him down too much.

Martin hunted and if he lost it, or found out his intentions, he could shoot Jonas easily.

He decided to focus on finding the other three he had thought of.

Wait, Nicholas was always paranoid, and probably wouldn't trust him. Make that two.

Nicholas Green cautiously left the bathroom that he had been hiding in for the entirety of the Program so far. He wouldn't be leaving at all if the zone that he was hiding in wasn't going to activate in three hours. It was 1:14 according to his watch. Apparently they were still in the same time zone as the school, or someone had adjusted it for him.

He stood in front of the door. Time to go out and find a new place to hide. He stared down at his bag. He hadn't even checked it yet to see what weapon he had been given. Knowing his luck, it was probably a spoon or something like that. It didn't even seem worth looking into. But, his curiosity got the best of him and he unzipped his bag. Inside

was a Steyr TMP automatic pistol.

He could win this thing.

Brandon and Spencer were walking down the street, looking for someone to attack. They almost didn't see her, but topless, across the street was Collette Russo. They stared in awe before she pulled on a slim fitting green t-shirt that matched her eyes.

"Dude…" Brandon said shocked at what he had just seen.

"We could have some fun with this. Come on!" Spencer said, running across the street, revolver in hand.

She didn't see them until they were already in the store. She stared at his revolver silently.

"Don't move!" Spencer yelled grinning like a maniac. She didn't.

"Now, take it off! All of it!"

She couldn't believe this. Of all the times to be a pervert he chose now? She sighed and began to slip off her top. The two of them gawked as she threw it to the ground. Idiots. She dropped her ring and bent down to get it, revealing just how short her new skirt was. She could feel their filthy eyes gazing at her. She picked up her ring along with something else.

Her Luger pistol. She aimed it at Spencer's chest and pulled the trigger. It shot the hand that held the gun. She hadn't realized that it would have such a kickback. But it worked. The boy screamed and reeled back in pain. In one motion she swept up his gun, her bag, and her shirt and ran out the door barefoot. She hadn't been able to pick out shoes yet. She ran until she ended up in a diner. She ran back into the kitchen and rubbed her aching feet. That had been too close. At least it had been worth it. She examined her new gun and hoped that she would be able to test it out on those perverts soon.

Lisa Allen walked around the outside of the mansion. She had stumbled onto it by pure accident, but it looked untouched. It's pristine white walls matched the piles of melting snow left on it's emerald lawn. It was getting cold though. The sun that had shone in the morning was now gone, replaced by a blanket of grey clouds. She was thankful that her basketball warm-up suit was actually warm. She walked up to the front door and pushed it open.

The floor was covered in a mosaic of white and black marble slabs and there was a grand piano sitting in the right corner. In the left corner was a staircase that must have led up to the bedrooms. She climbed up them and went into the first bedroom she came across. The bed had a big velvet blanket across it, and there was a fireplace in the corner. She was tempted to use it, but she knew that the smoke would attract her classmates.

She wasn't really friends with anyone in the class. In fact, she wasn't friends with anyone in the school. She just had a hard time being friendly with them. Whenever she was in a conversation, her brutally competitive side took over. She didn't date either. She considered herself average looking: straight blonde hair, brown eyes, glasses, a decent frame. She hoped that this would make things easier when it came time to… but she really didn't want to actually hurt any of them. Well maybe punch Brittney in the face for calling her a freak, but not kill them. She didn't want to use the machete that she had been given as a weapon, but maybe she would have to.

She pushed all of that aside though as she locked the door to the room and flopped onto the gigantic bed. She hadn't slept all night.

Javier Cruz sat in the study of the mansion, looking over the map, planning where he would go if this section became activated. He looked over at his dagger lying on a pile of books. He had decided early on that he would play defensively, attacking only if he was attacked. He knew how to play defense. That was his position on the field after all. Right defender.

Javier realized that if Section E6 was activated then he would be trapped in this corner, but he figured that he could run fast enough to get out if it was called. He yawned. He hadn't slept this whole time. He was too concerned about people finding out where he was and beating him. His soccer team was undefeated, and he wasn't about to end that record.

He threw the map back in his bag and headed down to the kitchen. He had already searched the cabinets, and found that they had been emptied. What he had found was dishes, which meant he didn't have to eat his bottled soup from the bottle. He took down a bowl and poured in the creamy yellow liquid. Sadly the oven didn't work so he would be eating it cold. He found a spoon in one of the drawers and walked out to the living room, where he sat on the piano and ate. He stared out the front window. Snow was beginning to fall again. It was only about four, but he could feel it getting colder and colder. Then he realized.

Had he even locked the front door?

He went over to check. Nope. Unlocked. He swore at his stupidity. This kind of carelessness could cost him the game. He could have sworn that he'd locked it. At least no one had gotten in. Unless…. He scrutinized the marble floor carefully until his eyes crossed over the thing that he had feared the most. A smudge of dirt, in the shape of the toe of a shoe. It pointed to the sitting room. He ran as silently as he could into the kitchen to retrieve his stuff. It was time to leave. He swung his bag over his shoulder and held his dagger in front of him. Javier was standing in front of the piano, ready to leave, when he noticed something was off. He looked at it for a second. What was it? Oh well, it wasn't important, he turned to go to the door and put grabbed the handle.

Oh my God! He thought. The soup was gone.

Then bullets slammed into his back and he fell against the door.

Boy #6, Javier Cruz- Eliminated

17 Students Remaining

Lisa heard the gunshots and sprung off the bed. She grabbed her bag and machete and slowly edged out of the room. She peered over the railing and saw Nicholas Green standing over the now mangled body of Javier Cruz. Oh my God! She knew people were playing, but it hadn't really hit her how real it was until now. Javier was dead. Oh my God!

A bullet shot past her and she dove to the ground. She swore and ran down the hallway. She hadn't realized that he had seen her. She ran until she reached the bedroom and she slammed the door shut. She locked it and ran towards the bathroom. Bullets shredded the door as she ran out of the bathroom and into the adjacent bedroom. She ran back into the hallway and passed the shot down door. Lisa jumped the entire flight of stairs as Nicholas ran to the top landing. He shot at her and she managed to push Javier out of the way and run out. Her feet pounded against the snow covered ground and she ran her way into the forest. Nicholas kept shooting from the balcony but she was already out of range. She didn't stop running.

Ivy and Lindsey were walking down the alleyway between the liquor store and the real estate firm. They had left the shabbier house that they had hid in the previous night after they heard gunshots near where they were. They had taken turns keeping watch out the front window of the run down trailer. Not that they could have defended themselves very well. Ivy had been given a screwdriver, and for Lindsey, a Swiss army knife.

Now they were wandering throughout the main street, looking for someone they could trust. Kelly probably. Maybe Kate too. Their names hadn't been called out yet so hopefully they could team up for a while. They spotted a music store across the street. Kate could be in there, finding some Metallica to listen to. They agreed to go there and check.

The store was empty, apart from the few CDs that remained on the shelves. Lindsey picked up one and saw that it was by some country singer.

"Let's go." She said, putting it back. Ivy nodded and they walked out. They were about halfway down the street when they heard gunshots. They immediately took shelter behind a sedan. Ivy peeked up through the window and saw Nicholas Green firing at an SUV about ten feet from where they were. Wait, there were two people behind it. Boys? She couldn't tell, she had bad eyes.

"Spencer and Brandon." Lindsey said, peering up through the window next to her.

"We need to get out of here."

"Yeah. Where should we…"

She didn't finish her sentence, for at that moment, a grenade was thrown at Nicholas. It exploded at his feet and broke the glass of the sedan. The girls fell over from the blast and then took off running. They didn't stop until they were in an auto shop far up the road. They could see the radio station from where they were.

Boy #7, Nicholas Green- Eliminated

16 Students Remaining

"That was WAY too close!" Lindsey said.

"No kidding. We should stay out of the town if we can."

"Yeah, most of the people who are playing are probably just hiding in those stores." Ivy nodded and noticed how she had referred to them as people. Then she noticed Lindsey's leg.

"Oh my God! Lindsey, your leg!" she screamed. Lindsey looked down and saw a shard of glass, about the size of a pairs of scissors, sticking out of her thigh. She stared at it, eyes and mouth wide open. Ivy was speechless. Then Lindsey spoke up.

"We need to pull it out."

"I thought you weren't supposed to…"

"Yeah, in normal circumstances you leave it for the doctors, but there aren't any doctors here, and I say take it out."

"But…"

"Do it! Look Ivy, I've take a first aid class before, and I might be fine if we bandage it up tight."

"Might!?"

"Ivy!"

"Okay, fine! Lay down."

Lindsey did. She took off her sweatshirt and bit down hard on it. Ivy wrapped her own sweatshirt around the shard. She was thankful that Lindsey was wearing a dress, and that she didn't have to rip any denim to get it out. Then she pulled with all of her might and it came out. She looked at Lindsey, but her eyes were closed. Tears ran down her face and she didn't move. She checked her heartbeat and it was still beating. Lindsey must have passed out from pain she concluded. Then she noticed the large amount of blood spilling out of her friend's leg. She swore and started tying it up with the gauze she had found in their bags. It took her a while, and all of their gauze, but eventually the leg had stopped bleeding. She sighed and looked at her best friend. She was slightly paler, but still breathing. She dragged Lindsey into the waiting room portion of the shop and moved furniture in front of the doors. As soon as she woke up they could leave.

Katie Peterson sat on a log in the lumber yard. Snow was falling again and she pulled the sleeves of her hoodie up around her hands. She had slept in the cabin of the logging crane the previous night, and it hadn't been as cold as it was now. She picked up her bag and looked over at the giant yellow machine. It seemed like a good place to spend tonight as well. She walked over and climbed inside. She wished that she had brought a watch. Her iPod's clock had always been off, so she only used it for music. Mostly Metallica, but some of The Eagles, Aerosmith, and Sting had made their way onto her playlists. Katie had turned it off an hour ago to save it's battery, but she wished that she could listen to it. The music calmed her, in the way others found cigarettes calming. Her dad had introduced her to the metal genre when she was just a toddler, and she had never stopped loving it.

She looked outside and saw a figure running out of the woods. She crouched down inside the cabin and found that she couldn't lock the doors. What kind of vehicle couldn't have it's doors locked? She pulled her Taser out of her pack and armed it. She prayed that they would leave her alone, but she knew that she would be seeing someone as she felt someone climb onto the crane's wheels.

Kate poised herself towards the door where the sound was coming from. She heard the handle being grasped and as soon as the door swung open she lept forwards and Tased the intruder. There was a muffled sound and the body fell to the ground below the cabin of the machine. She looked down at it. Martin Coleman. Kate went down and made sure that he was still breathing. She didn't want to kill anyone, least of all Martin. She drew the word "sorry" on the light layer of snow now on the ground. Then she looked at his weapon. A pipe. It was better than hers, so she took it and left him there on the ground. She didn't want to kill him, but she certainly wouldn't go out of her way to save him. She went north towards the woods humming the tune of a Metallica song.

"Ow!"

"Sorry!"

"It's fine, It just, OW!"

"Maybe we should take a break?"

"No, we're nearly there."

Lindsay and Ivy were nearly to the medical station near the edge of town, Lindsay draping one arm over Ivy's shoulder for support. Her leg was throbbing, and still bleeding a little, but mostly fine. Still Lindsay had insisted that they go to the medical station to get her some antibiotics to prevent infection.

They got to the front door and Ivy opened it for Lindsay. She hobbled in and Ivy closed it, clutching Lindsay's screw driver. She had dropped her knife in the explosion but luckily they still had this. She helped Lindsay down the hall and opened the door to the first room, and was surprised to see the barrel of a gun pointing at her head. She looked up and saw that Jacob Tyler was holding it. Lindsay was as pale as the snow outside, and Ivy guessed that she was about the same shade.

"Have either of you seen Kristen?" he said calmly. There was a shocked silence before he repeated himself.

"No…" Ivy said trying to sound calm. "We've only seen Nicholas, Brandon, and Spencer."

"Are you two playing?"

"No…"

"How'd you get that?" he asked gesturing at Lindsay's leg with the tip of his sniper rifle.

"An explosion. Either Spencer or Brandon has grenades." she said cautiously. HE swore and slung the gun over his shoulder. He grabbed Lindsay and Ivy nearly stabbed him with her screwdriver before she realized that he was placing her on the patient bed.

"Why are you here?" Lindsay asked as he searched the cabinets. He stopped moving bottles and pulled down the shoulder of his shirt to reveal his shoulder covered in gauze.

"Got shot."

"By who?"

"Owen."

"But isn't he dead?"

"Yeah, he kind of lost it and so I had to umm…"
"You shot him!?"

"Yeah. He was playing. And he was clearly insane, muttering about revenge or something and shooting at me with an empty gun."

"Is that his then?"

"No, this is mine. This is his." He pulled a GP 35 out of the back of his pants and showed it to them. He had two guns. He'd already killed someone. He left the room to go find the antibiotics and Ivy gave Lindsay a scared look.

"Why hasn't he killed us yet?" Ivy asked.

"Maybe he's not playing?"

"But he is! He told us that he was!"

"Maybe he just…" But she didn't get to finish that sentence because just then bullets shot through the glass window in the room. Lindsay jumped off the bed and Ivy hit the ground. The bullets stopped.

"Oh my gosh, Ivy, your arm! Are you…" she didn't get to finish that sentence either because a grenade came flying into the room. Before Lindsay could react Ivy had jumped on top of it, covering it with her body. Lindsay screamed as her best friend blew up in front of her. She was thrown back against the wall.

Girl #7, Ivy Hines- Eliminated

15 Students Remaining

She stared at the spot where her friend just was. Now she was gone. Jacob ran into the room and took in the horrific scene: a black smudge in the center of the room, blood covering the walls, Lindsay staring at the spot. He ran to the window and looked for whoever had done this. He saw movement behind a tree and shot at it with his rifle. The two boys ran off and Jacob carried Lindsay out of the room. She was pale and covered in blood, her eyes wide open. She didn't make a sound as he carried her into the filing room. She just lay in the corner staring silently at the door.

Jacob un-slung the sniper rifle from his back and looked out the front door. They were probably still out there, waiting for him to leave. He went over and picked up a dusty magazine from a coffee table in the waiting room and looked at the woman on the cover. This was all too unreal. He shouldn't even be here. He should be at home, playing Xbox or driving around with Kristin, anywhere but here.

But he was here. And nothing else mattered except for getting Kristin out of here alive. He grabbed his gun a bit tighter and looked outside. It was dark out now. Probably around sevenish. He knew that he would stand a better chance of finding Kristin if he left Lindsay here. But could he do that to her? She had just seen her best friend die. Then again, Kristin couldn't live if Lindsay were still alive. He sighed, headed to the room farthest down the hall and picked up his bag. This was going to be a long night. He let the sniper rifle swing to his back and reached for his GP 35.

It wasn't there. Could he have dropped it? Then he heard firing from outside the clinic and ran to the waiting room. He looked out the front and saw Lindsay screaming and firing round after round into the tree where the two boys had been. She reloaded and kept charging. It was Owen all over again. He saw movement behind a car and Spencer pulled out his Steyr TMP. Jacob ran back through the clinic and left through the back door. Now there was no reason for him not to find Kristin.

Girl #8, Lindsey Hughes- Eliminated

14 Students Remaining

Martin Coleman woke up with his chest burning and body freezing. It was dark outside, and the moon showed that it was maybe ten. What happened? He sat up and looked around. He was still in the lumber yard. He reached for his bag when he realized that he couldn't feel his hands. He rubbed them together and put his arm through the bag's straps as he made his way to the cabin of the logging crane. The door was wide open so he got in and shut the door using his foot to pull it closed. He could feel his fingers a bit better now, so he opened his bag and drank some of the water. Then he realized that his pipe was missing.

Who had taken his pipe but not killed him? How was he supposed to defend himself now? He slumped down to below the dashboard and continued to rub his fingers together. What should he do? Hide? Try to find a different weapon? Then he saw movement outside. There was someone with a flashlight going into a little shack. A girl. Maybe they could help him.

Martin left the machine and walked stiffly to the shack. He could see the glow of the flashlight from the doorway. It was so bright. He dug through his bag until he found his flashlight.

"Hello?" he called out. The flashlight went off and the girl replied.

"Who are you?"

"Martin. And you?"

"Are you playing?"

"No, are you?"

"No." She peered out, machete at the ready and looked at him. He couldn't tell who it was so he turned his flashlight on and aimed it at her. She couldn't see, and panicking, swung her machete at him. He managed to duck but she swung again and nicked his arm.

"Stop!"

"You said you weren't playing you bastard!" she said as she swung in his general direction. She still couldn't see and he had to shine the light on her to see where she was swinging. The blade swiped just in front of his temple and he fell back over a log. She swung again, tripped, and fell on top of him. He closed his eyes and he felt the handle of the machete against his chest. He took one last breath and hoped that he would go somewhere warmer.

Then he realized that he wasn't in pain. And that the girl was still on top of him. And his forehead was wet. He opened his eyes and saw the girl's face directly over his, her mouth dripping blood onto his face. He pushed her off and saw that the machete had gone through her, not him. He picked up his flashlight and shone it on her face. It was Lisa Allen. He held his lunch in and pulled the machete out of her. This wasn't his fault. It couldn't have been, it was just an accident. He couldn't keep it in any longer and threw up behind a pile of logs.

But now he had a weapon. And he could win. Because he was a hunter. And these people, they were his prey. It may have been different if Owen or John were still alive, but they weren't, so he would have to play. After all, he was the best hunter in his class.

Girl #2, Lisa Allen- Eliminated

13 Students Remaining