Tag. Who doesn't love tag? Just a fun game friends can play. Where they can laugh and run, not a care in the world.

But you can't run joyously. How are you meant to laugh and enjoy the game when your own friend is trying to actively kill you?

Yet he's laughing. C00lkidd is giggling and giving chase, tossing bricks he'd find lying around in hopes of slowing you down. God knows how you dodged them with the speed he suddenly had.

C00lkidd used to be slower than you. "Slowpoke, slowpoke! You're so slow," you used to chant as you'd run from him. "You'll never catch me!"

But C00lkidd is catching up. He's faster than before, and he's taking pride in it.

"Slowpoke!"

C00lkidd eagerly yelled, winding his arm back to tag you. To finally be the runner and no longer the tagger. He was enjoying his game with his best friend. Who else to play such a fun game with other than you?

It isn't a game, though, is it? It was fun before the tragedy happened. Before this hell began. Everyone is hurting and suffering, and he can't see what harm his game of tag is causing. He doesn't realize the harm he's going to cause for his only friend left. The only friend who is his age and can actually understand who he is.

"I finally caught you! You're so slow!"