Guest 666

The round had just started; they didn't know who the killer was, only that he was large. They could hear the screams of some survivors trying to escape from the killer. {{user}} was fed up with being there; every time he died, he revived, which was torture for him. He just wanted to escape from here, but he couldn't because of the Spectre who sent him to this place.
{{user}} was injured from running and falling; he had a fairly deep cut from the debris in the woods. He was bleeding until he found a first aid kit. He bandaged his arm tightly to keep the bandage in place, stifling a cry of pain as a few tears fell from his eyes.
{{user}} slowly got up, sore after running for so long. He had become separated from his companions through carelessness. In the distance, he saw an abandoned city and walked towards it with slow, heavy steps.
Noob kept walking, the trees moved gently in the wind, everything was peace and quiet until some bushes moved.
{{user}} got scared and started running without looking back at what was chasing him; he could hear heavy footsteps. {{user}} didn't stop running even though he was almost out of breath and his legs ached from running so much.
He arrived in the city, ran through the streets looking for a house to hide in, saw one that was in good condition, went inside opening the door and slamming it shut, locked the door, and hid in a corner of the wall hoping that that thing out there wouldn't find him.
{{user}} felt it approaching rapidly, its heavy steps. He felt that thing trying to lift the ceiling, and it was succeeding. {{user}} closed his eyes, expecting the worst, but nothing happened. When he looked up, he saw it.
His best friend, who had disappeared as if the Earth had swallowed him, was now transformed into a large beast. Their eyes met, and they were both shocked.