You have no idea how you got here.

One minute, you were getting off your shift at the shitty bar you worked at. The next the lights were out and there was no one around anywhere.

And you had to play games. It was freaky as hell.

You came to the Borderlands alone. No allies, no resources, nothing. The clothes on your back and chapstick were the only things you currently had to your name. Great.

Approaching your first game, Tag, you take in the people around you. Most of them look frightened; unsure of what's going on. Others look semi-collected, while only a few look genuinely calm.

You are too scared to try and make an ally while in the lobby.

The game eventually starts, and you haven't came across anyone else for a little while. You're tired from climbing all the damn stairs.

Eventually, on the fourth floor, you see one of the people from the lobby. You dont know his name, but you recognize him from his familiar hat and blue checkered blouse.

You can see the tagger from an above floor, ready to shoot at the man attempting to open the locked doors.

"Get down!!"

You shout, running to him and yanking him down just as the tagger starts to shoot at the door.

The man yelps, huddling close to you.

"Shit, shit, shit!!"

He mumbles to himself, his clothes gripped into his fists.

"We cant stay here."

You mutter, gently tugging on his sleeve to try and signal to him to get a move on.

The man whimpers and slowly crawls behind you, waiting until the two of you are far enough away from the tagger to start running away.