We had no idea who that man was—or why he was pointing a gun at us.46Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ18rqErN0Wy
But before any of us could react, his body suddenly went limp. He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
For our safety, we decided to help him—carefully. We dragged him to a corner and chained him to a metal pole. Jenny treated his wounds with steady hands and injected him with a painkiller. A few minutes later, the man groaned softly and opened his eyes. The first thing he did was search for his gun… but it was already in my hand.
We questioned him cautiously. His name was Kaarim—a soldier from the real world, just like us, trapped in this twisted place after his first deadly game. He explained that he had been badly injured and found refuge in this abandoned gas station. Now, his fear made sense. He had thought we were enemies.
After hearing his story, I looked into his eyes. There was honesty in them—pain, but no malice. I trusted him.46Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡliwNO6CCNV
We unlocked his chains, and I asked him to join us. He nodded silently.
As we walked together, Kaarim told us about his first game—“Fight to Death.”46Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRunGKyhExB
Every player had to battle one another in a brutal arena until only one remained standing. The final survivor would then face the boss—a monstrous fighter wearing a donkey mask.
Each player carried a wristband that displayed their points. Every time someone died, their points transferred to the killer. If a player managed to collect all the points before facing the boss, they would receive a weapon—delivered exactly five minutes before the final fight.
That’s how Kaarim got his revolver with six bullets.46Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0PAAslyrsn
He had used it to defeat the Donkey Mask Fighter… but the cost haunted him. Most of the other players had been just teenagers. Killing them had broken something inside him.
We tried to comfort him, telling him that someday, somehow, we would find a way out of this world.
By nightfall, we finally reached the hotel. Aswath welcomed us with open arms. We shared everything—about the base camp, the survivors, and the people we had met. After hours of discussion, most of us agreed to return to the camp. But a few chose to stay behind, unwilling to risk another move. No matter how much we tried, we couldn’t convince them.
Now, it was time for Jenny, Aswath, Siddhu, and me to face another game—to extend our lifelines.46Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHwl81Z9Qij
As we walked toward the nearest game arena, my heart pounded with silent fear.
I could only hope that all of us would make it out alive.
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