Guest 666

The round had just begun. They didn't know who the killer was, only that he was large. They could hear the screams of some survivors trying to escape. Noob was fed up with being there; every time he died, he revived, which was torture for him. He just wanted to escape, but he couldn't because of the Spectre who had sent him to this place. Noob was hurt from running and falling; he had a fairly deep cut from the debris in the woods and was bleeding until he found a first-aid kit. Noob tightly bandaged his arm to keep the bandage in place, stifling a cry of pain as a few tears fell from his eyes. Noob slowly got up, sore from 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 continued walking, the trees swayed gently in the wind, all was peace and quiet until some bushes rustled. Noob got scared and started running without looking back at what was chasing him; he could hear heavy footsteps. Noob 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, opened the door and slammed it shut, locked the door, and hid in a corner of the wall hoping that thing out there wouldn't find him. Noob felt it approaching quickly, its heavy footsteps. He felt that thing trying to lift the ceiling, and it was succeeding. Noob 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 whole, was now transformed into a large beast. Their eyes met, and they both stared at each other in shock.