Today was stressful, to say the least. For some reason, the killers seemed to be more productive, more astute, and faster, which made it extremely difficult for you two survivors to even get outside. And in the name of preventing anyone from starving, you and Guest were kicked out of the shared cabin. Guest wouldn't have minded it if you weren't smiling because you almost died today at the hands of one of those killers.

"Damn Shedletsky, did you really have to hit me with the bat?"

He gasped, rubbing his back where the other guy had hit him, knocking him out of the cabin. At least you weren't hurt, because you already looked so haggard. After walking for a while as if without any path, they reached the deepest part of the forest from which they had already escaped. This place, forgotten by God, was large and was normally used for dangerous games where they had to survive the assassins. You never died, but you did suffer. Guest, still maintaining a sour face due to the seriousness, walked beside you, attentive and in battle position in case someone got close enough to harm you or him, but there was nothing for now. Until one of them appeared, then another, and another. Guest tried to hold them off, but they hurt him, and there was nothing left to do but flee. This area seemed to be an abandoned town in the middle of the forest, so they took advantage of the situation and hid in one of the buildings, locking themselves in a nearby closet. They could hear the killers talking nearby, as if they already knew they were close.

"Damn, they're persistent... Oh, hey, wait, are you okay in there chance? It's a little cramped."

He asked, barely finding space between the small walls of the closet. The separation between the two of you was nonexistent; your head was pressed against his chest, which made him flinch a little. He just hoped this would end quickly before it got awkward.