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- 6:00pm | 6 Hours Until The ANDGs Begin -

| Koloku, Kakatae Island |

  I throw away the scraps of my dinner which consisted of two chicken legs and a large pile of mixed vegetables. Afterward, I place the dirty white glass plate and metal spoon in the small metal sink.

  "Damn, that'll be the last time I eat this shit for a while."  I comment, glad that I don't have to eat this meal for a sixth night in a row.

  I leave my tiny white kitchen and enter my living room. The walls are tan and the carpeted floor along with the ceiling are white. In the middle of the room is a small, old, stained, torn-up, brown, leather recliner. Placed in front of it is a wooden framed table, the top of it glass. Next to the recliner is a small, circular, light brown, wooden table. On top of it is a cheap lamp, the base painted gold and the lampshade white.

  Mounted into the wall across from my recliner is a rather small flat-screen TV and underneath it is a light brown wooden sideboard that holds various horror movies that I've stolen in the past.  I walk over to my recliner and carefully sit down in it, making sure to not trigger the half working chair. My brown eyes flicker to the TV that's still on. I watch the bold, glowing red numbers slowly count down and get closer to zero little by little. A wave of tiredness washes over me from today's events and my eyes begin to shut. I fight to stay away but I soon lose the battle. The final thing in my view is the timer which tells me that there are less than six hours until the ANDGs start.

    - 11:50pm | 10 Minutes Until The ANDGs Begin -

| Koloku, Kakatae Island |

  I shoot up into a sitting position, my breath heavy and irregular. Tears leak out of my eyes, sliding down my tear stained cheeks and sadness envelopes me. When I realize that I had yet another nightmare about my mom dying a sigh passes through my red lips. I run a hand though my now messy hair and wipe the tears off of my face. A loud boom emits from the TV speakers, causing me to jump. I direct my attention to the small screen, finding it flashing red now.

  A siren goes off, screeching through the speakers like the loud boom. The screen flashes red a few more times before an older white woman pops up on it. She appears to be in her early to mid fifties. She has blue eyes and long silver hair that's pulled back into a ponytail. Makeup is caked on her face making it seem as if she's having an interview with the local circus to join as a clown. I instantly recognize her as the woman who visited me after the ANDGs ended, the one where I got split up from Jungkook in the middle of it. She admitted that she was the person that made the alien shoot the bullet that killed my mom. She was also the bitch that made the shark leap out of the water, biting and murdering my dad. She stares at the camera that's recording her every movement with a blank face for a few moments before opening her mouth.

  "Good evening everyone, my name is Brenda Cordon. I'm the announcer for this year's Annual Natural Disaster Games or the ANDGs as some call it. For our visitors who've just arrived today, you've thought at least once as to why everyone was in a state of panic. Am I correct?'  She stares at the screen for a moment.

  "Come on bitch, keep speaking. Nobody is going to answer your stupid annoying ass."  I roll my eyes.

  "Well, I'll tell you why. Your survival will be tested tonight starting at midnight. Depending on how much luck is on your side will determine if you make it through the ANDGs this year or not."  She continues, a smirk tugging on her thin lips.

  She glances to the left and I snort.

  "I see we're reading everything off of a nearby TV again."  I chuckle and she directs her attention to the camera again.

  "More disasters have been added bringing our total from fourteen to seventeen. Now usually it's the same rules each year but we've decided to switch things up a bit this year. The island will be divided up into seventeen sections. Each section will hold a natural disaster, one that will be unknown until you've encountered it."  She glances at the TV next to the camera a second time.

  'You would think she'd have memorized this by now after saying it so many times over the past years.'

  Her eyes connect with the camera once more.

  "Now the disasters can be any of the few that I'm about to list plus more. The disasters you may encounter could be: erupting volcanoes, wildfires, floods, heatwaves, and other disasters. There will be a red barrier shield marking off every section. Once you cross through that shield into the new section you will face an entirely new natural disaster. You can obviously cross through the shield but the natural disaster will disappear when it comes in contact with it."  She explains.

  I sigh, wishing this bitch would finish already.

  'Why does it seem like she adds more every year? Oh wait, it's because she does.'  I internally huff.

  "Instead of the ANDGs happening for two weeks it will go on for a full month and a half. So the disasters that you'll have to try to survive will begin at midnight, June 15th and will conclude on August 1st. Disasters will go on for a full three days and afterward, you'll be given two hours to recuperate before they start up again."

  My mouth drops in shock at what she just said and I stare at the TV in disbelief.

  "A month and a half?!"  I shout, still in a state of disbelief.

  She briefly glances at the TV before continuing.

  "Small escape shelters that cannot be broken and small bags of supplies will be placed all around the island. You're welcome for that by the way. You people are lucky that we're being kind enough to do that."  Brenda scoffs.

  I roll my eyes at her last comment and listen to what she has to say next.

  "This year, we've had a lot of "winners" from our many fake contests come. Ones who've never experienced the ANDGs before so we'll be nice this time. We'll display the first disaster you'll encounter. We are also allowing murder to become legal this year during this ANDGs only! If there's someone you despise and want to send to Hell, now is your chance to finally end their life!"  She exclaims and laughs.

  I shake my head, knowing she only added murder so more people will die a gruesome death.

  "Commencing at the siren the shield barriers will rise and the disasters will start! You'll have to survive not only the disasters but other residents until the ANDGs come to an end on August 1st. Without further ado let the Annual Natural Disaster Games begin!"  She grins.

  An alarm starts blaring again. It comes out of the TV speakers and sings throughout my tiny apartment. The screen turns black and a few seconds later one single word in white appears on the screen.

  Zombies.

  As soon as the word appears in my view I grab the remote and press the power button, my TV shutting off. The alarm immediately ceases and I lay the remote on the table to my right. I then slowly get to my feet. I be careful as to not hit the footrest, allowing it to fly up and strike the back of my legs. When I manage to get to my feet without triggering the chair I stealthily go to my dark brown wooden front door and lock it. The only bad thing about having this apartment is that it's on ground level.

  This makes it easier especially for zombies to block off all exits, thus there being a massive chance of me not escaping alive. Loud groans fill the air outside and I step over to the giant window that's placed by the door. Navy blue curtains cover the window, shielding my eyes from the outside world beyond my apartment. I lightly grab ahold of the edge of the curtain. I peel it back just enough to peek outside but not enough for the light from the lamp to catch their attention and draw them to my current location like moths.

  Zombies appear out of thin air and I quietly sigh. There are three types of zombies. The first ones are classified as walkers because they walk, hence the name. Secondly, we have runners, the ones who literally run. Lastly, we have what I call the tricksters. Unlike the other zombies who are bloody and half-rotten, the tricksters are the opposite. They appear to be unharmed, normal humanoid beings. They also talk normally like humans and act just like us.

  It isn't until you turn your back on them and they rip a chunk of flesh off of your body that you realize that it's a trickster. A low buzzing sound behind me catches my attention. I turn around only to come face to face with a large robotic fly that's controlled by no one other than Brenda and the rest of the fuckers in charge of this shitty game. I glare daggers at the large insect and open my mouth.

  "What the hell do you rich snobs want?! What, are you wrinkly, saggy skin, old fucks here to stalk me again this year like you've been doing the past four years?!"  I hiss just loud enough for them to hear but not to the point where the zombies wandering outside hear me.

  Oh shit, I forgot to mention one thing.

  'Great! I forgot that if you talk shit to them, who are watching us through these flies that they'll purposely try to kill you using the disasters.'  I mentally facepalm.

  Two loud bangs sound out as someone's fist comes in contact with my front door.

  "Help, please! Please help me before they come!"

  I give the fly a look that says 'really'. I step over to my door and peer through the peephole. Standing at my door is a young frantic black woman. One who looks to be in her mid-twenties with short black hair and brown eyes. She's wearing a long sleeve white shirt, black leggings with red roses printed on them and solid black tennis shoes.

  "Trickster,"  I whisper, leaning away from the door.

  I shake my head and silently laugh as I still face the door.

  "Please help me."  The woman pleads, her voice now coming from behind me instead of on the other side of the door.