Paul Matthews looked around; the sun was already shinning brightly in the sky as he sat cross legged in a church yard he felt safer as he nearer to his faith. In Great Britain religion was tolerated so it was kept quiet but the government did allow it as a freedom of expression. Paul had felt lost since this game had started he had heard the names of thirty nine friends of his who he would never see again. He knew deep down that he wouldn't get out alive and he would never kill anyone as it was wrong. You shall not kill the sixth commandment sunk deep into his mind. He began to think what if he hid and waited till everybody else had been eliminated. No that was wrong and he would try and help some of the others he looked in his blazer pocket he still had his bible which he always read he thought of who this would help him. God helps those who help themselves sprung to his mind. He stroked by his blonde hair and looked around the area he was in was deserted he grabbed his pack and ran off towards up the hill past a few shops.
Not to far away Jenny Lister was sitting hiding in a bush she held her weapon which was a video camera and continued her documentary which she hoped that would find a way out of here and get the public to see what it was really like in this game. The sick bastards paid to watch them die in front of the cameras.
"Ok it's about seven thirty in the morning and I am one of surviving students I have been lucky so far but as you see over there that's where the petrol station blew up last night." As she pointed the camera towards a smoking area of the game zone, she took a deep breath and emerged out of hiding place and slowly made her way across a bridge. SH suddenly froze standing on the other side was Alistair Sims and he was holding a chainsaw. Alistair looked at her his head was covered in sweat he pulled the cord and started the chainsaw. He charged at Jenny as he she gasped in shock. She backed up against part of the bridge she looked down and saw she was about fifty feet form the ground jumping would be suicide. Alistair charged at her Jenny screamed and ducked the momentum took him over the bridge he screamed as he went over and there was a sickening thud and groan then a loud metallic clang. Jenny hardly daring to look over and saw that Alistair was impaled on and old semaphore signal through his neck is body was twitching and then slid down the signal post and came to a stop. The sight made Jenny feel sick. She gasped and then threw up all over the pavement she scrambled away and was nearly in tears as she stumbled away and headed towards the town centre.