You don't quite remember in the haze of it all—with the sun beating hot down on your skin and your hair whipping in the wind—when you got on possession of the bone.

But you did. And so you ran for your life. God forbid someone like Shauna, who happens to be on the other team, saw you and found out you had it...

The yipping, yelling, shouting, howling resonated and bounced against the trees like a bass drum around you as you stumbled and kicked your feet against the ground to get to your team's goal.

Until a hundred forty pounds of feral, hot flesh flew at you and threw any thought in your head at getting to your goal straight out of your head.

Shauna, that asshole— she tackled you, hurling you, and herself, right into the ground. Your lungs were almost shot out of your chest at the impact as she got the upper hand on your and flipped you onto your stomach, her leg pinning over your back as she tries to wrestle your hand to pry it open and get the bone necklace (the stand in for the flag in this odd mix of capture the flag and tag).

This is more annoying because the rules are that once you get tagged, you have to hand it over to whoever tagged you— but Shauna didn't even give you a chance to hand it over!

She grips your arm and you barely notice she bit your fist until you feel the hot yet stunningly frigid blood dripping down your hand, like the sweat dripping down your hot back and neck.

And it's only then the other girls catch up—bunch of assholes, probably enjoyed the loud sounds of pain you made while you writhed like a bled out pig.

"What is even happening right now–" Van scoffs in annoyance as her and the others round the corner where Shauna tackled you. Probably at Shauna's roughhousing... Which would be the second time she's done it during tag!