During the night I couldn't sleep due to the nightmare that I had experienced earlier in the night but miraculously my mind drifted off into a light sleep. No matter how far I drifted into sleep the images and the horrifying realism of that dream haunted me, like the figure of death lurking behind me.

When I awoke, morning had broke and wearily my body practically dragged itself out of bed using up most of my will power. The time was eight forty seven a.m. and mostly I was hungry evidenced by my rumbling stomach.

I stumbled drearily into the kitchen where I found my Dad was cooking breakfast!

The smell of burning bacon and fried egg drifted up my nostrils as my Dad turned to me and said, "morning I have to set of for work in about forty five minutes but I have made or I am making breakfast for us both before I go!" His ignorance of the days before comforted me, I was thankful he saw his daughter and not what I actually was...a murderer.

In response I uttered "thanks Dad do you want something to drink?"

"No I've already got a cup of tea," Dad said in response as he gestured towards a cup that sat on the work side next to him.

I started to fix myself a cup of coffee to wake up my half asleep brain. Stirring the cup of coffee mixture with boiling water calmed my nerves, still remaining from the days prior.

My entire body ached with tiredness as I ate my breakfast and drank my coffee I didn't even notice my Dad leave the house. Thinking about what to do since I didn't have school but I did have to work experience next weekend Saturday and Sunday from nine a.m. until four thirty p.m. at the local garden centre.

Pondering what to do the thought of the killing game creeped back into my head, one thought in particular about the time limit. The e-mail said if I didn't meet another participant within a weeks time the implant in my neck would kill me.

This was a concern since I had had last met another participant two days ago at night so I had five days to meet another player otherwise I'd die. The best idea was to go out and just walk around hoping to pass a participant.

It was then I remembered the e-mail I got and what is said about disposing of a participant and when they were disposed of a clue to the deactivation button should be revealed, so I went upstairs and grabbed the PTD and booted it up to see the messages tap displaying one new message.

The message read '1978' what did it mean it probably was a year as in nineteen seventy eight. The significance of this year and what it had to do with the location of the deactivation button, was unclear to me.

I decided to input the number into an internet search, the results came up with: a year of virtually no crime, new records hitting number one and other miscellaneous stories of a mundane year.

That's when I thought I had two pieces of information of where the deactivation button was located the button was somewhere in or around Pine Wood Valley also the location had something to do with '1978' so I first searched for when the town was founded, which it revealed the town was founded in nineteen eighty one.

From the search I found out the town's Firehouse was founded one year after the town was founded so in nineteen eighty two, also I found out the dam toward the edge of the valley was built two years before the town was founded, so in nineteen seventy nine everything else founded in that time had been destroyed since then.

The internet search didn't yield any helpful results.

What to do now?
It was now about ten a.m. what should I do, I had nothing planned and I only had work experience next weekend.

It was then that my phone beeped and the screen displayed message from 'Patricia' I recognised the name. Me and Patricia had been friends for about two or three years we met at school after she transferred to my school, the same day as her transfer she had been told to follow me on her first day, we had been friends ever since then.

Patricia's message said 'Hi Lexi (Know you hate that!) I've done nothing and haven't seen you in a really long time so I want to meet up are you doing anything today? If you did let's meet up at Cafe Du Pierre at 12' she knew I hated being called Lexi but I didn't have anywhere else to be and I hadn't seen Patricia in a while.

I replied to the message with 'umm doing nothing today yeah I wouldn't mind meeting up with you. I'll be there at twelve' with that I went to my closet and picked out something to wear that wasn't my pyjamas.

Thoughts of normalcy sped me up as I threw on a white and blue summer dress with pockets and a thin brown buckled belt. I grabbed my phone and the PTD and some money, but I was torn where would I keep the taser or the flip knife? In the end I decided the taser was too big so I decided to place the knife in the back of my belt.

Next I slipped on a pair of flat summer shoes and set off out the house locking the house door behind me and started walking into town to Cafe Du Pierre.

Walking to the cafe was peaceful but lonesome and thankfully the PTD didn't beep or alert at any time. My life was getting back on track and I was, just for a few minutes a normal girl smiling at people as I passed them on my way to see my friend Patricia.

When I arrived at the cafe Patricia was outside sitting on a metal chair next to a white metal table with a coffee or a tea with some sort of intricate design in the cream on top of the drink (Cafe Du Pierre was famous for adding designs onto the top of their hot beverages.)

Patricia was wearing a summer dress also that went below her knee the dress was a red flower print that complimented her pitch black hair and grey coloured eyes.

Upon closer inspection the design in Patricia's coffee was a rose. I pulled up a chair next to the table and a waiter walked up to the table to ask "what would you like today miss?" He questioned his tone polite.

In response I said "please can I have a hot chocolate with extra milk and a plain croissant."

The waiter responded with "good choice madam" as he walked off inside the store.

Shortly, after I had ordered my food the waiter came back and placed a hot chocolate and a croissant in front of me, the hot chocolate had a white swirls of a shape that formed a butterfly.

Both me and Patricia waited for the other to speak until eventually Patricia mustered up the courage to utter the words "so where have you been for the past week?"

"Um nowhere just been relaxing" I replied nervously and it was the truth I had done nothing well apart from being forced into a killing game almost being murdered and meeting a vigilante!

For the next hour me and Patricia talked about what we had done since last we had seen each other, and honestly it was amazing to talk to someone who wasn't my father. It was just so easy to speak to Patricia she was a lively girl who just loved living even if her life was boring she somehow could find a way to make everything entertaining while retaining a sense of refinement.

We had been talking for so long it was starting to get cold and now every other visitor had gone inside or left.

Me and Patricia continued to talk as I said "whoa everyone gone in looks like we're the rebels!" In a joking voice.

"I'm sure you didn't just refer to yourself as a rebel! Weren't you the girl that cried when she forgot to return a book to the school library!" Patricia replied.

"Hey I thought it was a serious crime and I didn't want that on my permanent record! And I didn't cry I only whimpered slightly!" I replied as we both shared a laugh.

The world was good until I peered at the PTD and realised it had been turned off, I decided to turn it on and suddenly 'Beep' echoed out I looked around to see Patricia staring at me probably due to the worried look on my face the only other person outside the cafe was a man about twenty years old wearing a jumper and jeans. The man was looking at me, obviously he had heard the beep or he was a participant?

Worriedly, I turned around and as I did my eyes darted across the street to see a man.

The man was in a men's parka coat and black pants tucked into professional laced up boots he also wore a face mask with a skull faced smile, the man stood in front of a motorcycle.

Fear raced through me as Patricia turned to see the man. Eventually we both saw the real threat was the automatic gun held in the man's hand as he aimed it toward the cafe!

I flipped the table on its side and grabbed Patricia to kneel behind the table for protection as a rain of bullets flew through the air and smashed into the glass behind us as screams rang out as world sound was shrouded in chaos....