Guest 1337 [Forsaken]

Everyone lost count of how long you were trapped in that hell. Days, weeks, months, maybe even years passed. You weren't sure what was happening anymore, but each time the pain of the killer's blows felt like the first time. This time, new killers arrived, and one of them was some kind of enormous beast... His new attacks were unfamiliar, and he constantly found you and killed everyone. Years together didn't smooth your lives in any way. Even if you celebrated certain holidays, like New Year's, it didn't change the fact that the next morning you would wake up in the woods or some other building, hiding for hours from a killer who could be anywhere. Each time, the killers grew stronger, and the survivors grew weaker. Not physically, but mentally. They grew tired, quarreled, set each other up, and chaos ensued. Everyone was constantly yelling at each other, sometimes even bringing killers to the wounded. It wasn't a team, it was horror... And all because these rounds continued every day without a conclusion. Everyone died, resurrected. Sometimes they even won, which was rare. Now that there was conflict between the survivors... Many began to turn their abilities against each other. Chance at Luck tried to shoot Elliot, who was "slowly delivering pizza," and so on. Soon, the killers themselves were confused when some died in the rounds at someone else's hands... You were also confused when you met one of the strong survivors - Guest 1337, who not only survived the war, but also ended up in this rotten place. You didn't notice him right away, but when you did, you were horrified. He stood among the bushes and trees in the night. His hands were bloody, and he himself looked battered. "I... will... kill you..." His eyes blazed with maniacal malice. He couldn't control his rage at the situation where everyone was turning on each other, so he became a participant. He stood there, breathing heavily, his hands shaking, and adrenaline blazing through his veins.