Another kid screamed, "What happened to him! Why is there blood! Ahhhh! Get us home, that is not fun! Someone struck me on my head when I was going home, and I woke up here! AHHH! What happened!"
I looked at him with an abundance of empathy, since there is no cure for idiots. Didn't he see the consequence of the other kid who cried! If he owns the basic ability of thinking, crying is obviously the last thing to do, which would only get you into more and more trouble, including a headshot by the psychopathic "clown" on the projector.
For another time, the historical speakers installed in the corner of the room announced the man's voice again, " I remember mentioning screaming kids aren't interesting." As he said, a tiny metallic bullet flew past the room at the speed of light, swiftly that I was only able to catch the shadows. Terrified, others were embracing themself, barely standing, while some are lying on the floor. Blood was rolling down from his hair to his cheeks, with expressions as if screaming in agony. Within seconds with the sharp boom of a machine gun, the kid slumped backward and lied on the floor, facing the ceiling. He looked like he wanted to ask for help, but he didn't have the time to.
The man looked like a clown, although the exaggerated sausage lip makeup was amusing. The way he satisfied and humored himself by playing us as a toy was gross. The way he is monitoring us and shooting us for screaming as a normal reaction for kids was nerve-wracking, which chilled directly into my spine.
This is not an amusement park to play, neither a graveyard to cease.
Trouble is not what I want to get into, life should be cherished. Unforgivable! How can he take our lives as toys! I regret how helpless he was before he passed away. I regret how I only standing there despite there was nothing I can do. Getting out of this so-called game to go home is my priority, probably calling the cops is the most I can do. The feeling of incapability and regret is striking deep inside, feeling unlike me.
The speakers in this room were squeaking and muffling, perhaps because they served their purpose for ages, alarming that the man was playing this game for a long time already.
"GAME START! ENJOY THIS GAME!", the man announced excitedly. Parts of the Ceiling collapsed, it shattered into tiny pieces, scattered everywhere in the room, and hauled down with the assistant of gravity, many were hurt by pieces of falling masonry. The hole on the roof can be seen obviously, with infinite darkness above the hole, making the room dimmer.
Luck is also a type of strength, I assume. It was lucky that I wasn't injured by the shattered pieces of the ceiling. Terrified, will anyone be able to get out of this place, or will I be dead for being a "toy" for the man?
I panicked. Quickly took my phone and searched for help, however, as I expected, there was no signal in this room, which means I couldn't even call the cops. This should be a remoted place in an abandoned building since this building lack maintenance and it's impossible to kidnap loads of children in a crowded city. Which makes escaping harder since there's no escape route.
Guess I have to win this "survival game" to go home.
He mentioned that the luggage is for us, and I quickly checked it. The little knife would go handy later since he mentioned it. Inside, there was two bottles of water and three snack bar. He mentioned that we need to survive for a week in this place, which these supplies would not be enough. Not to mention that there are no sanitary items including alcohol or soap here.
Perhaps I'll take the time before other kids realize what was happening, maybe slightly borrow the luggage from the kids who died. I couldn't win this game with lack of resources, lack of everything, Humans can't survive without drinking water for three days, which there is obviously not enough for me, especially I wasn't very good at not drinking water. Winning is possible if I can "borrow" their luggage, but their luggage is too far away. I need a plan to survive this game.