"She was having a nightmare again. This time she's asleep for almost 4 days huh." a lady in a messy ponytail, hair dyed in red and fringe covered her enchanting amber eyes, are leaning in a door frame of the iron jail, while linking her strawberry flavored lollipop.
"Mizu always mumbling the names of her friends, painfully. Seems she's having a dream of that time again. Haunting her every time… she killed someone in this hell place." a blonde short hair woman, with red ribbon neatly tied on her hair, sadly said while wiping the beads of sweat on Mizu's smooth forehead, and putting a wet towel on it. She was taking care of unconscious Mizu, laid in a wooden bed without a blanket nor pillow in her room, every time she was suffering on a drastic fever.
"If it's not for her condition, she might be ahead of us, now. Anyway, she can leave this dirty place in her next match. She was about to reach level 11 anyway.
When Mizu wake up, all around her was a group of people she's not familiar with, in all ages from kids to adults. Most of them are terrified, crying, confused, and scared about where were they and what's happening. Mizu then noticed they've been locked up with shackles and chains on their hand, leg, and even on their neck. All of their chains are connected to each other.They were inside a big jail, no windows, no doors, only iron bars, and dim light coming from the walls. They seem inside a cave, yet no stalagmites or stalactites only a plain concrete wall built in an arc.Everyone has no idea where they are, nor know what will happen afterward.Mizu seated quietly, not minding the background noise. She was in her own space, in her own world. She was still mourning woefully at her parents' death. The horrible scenery was still fresh and vivid in her mind. Life only gives her a t
Everything was in massive chaos. Everyone starts to kill each other mercilessly.Those strong start to smash the weak, those weak starts to cry in agony. Kids and women start to wail in vain, beg for their life, asking for help, and stop, but no one heard them, as if all people here were all deaf.Blood scattered everywhere, pouring like a heavy rain mixed with a song of misery. A perfect scenery as part of hell."In this arena, if you want to survive you need to cast away your humanity. You need to leave your emotions behind. You need to kill or else you will be killed. Never ever let your guard down, or else you will die in a pulp.""Those who are weak and not lucky enough will die easily.""Yes, this is 'SURVIVAL GAME!' were only strong can remain." The announcer excitedly declared, watching those pity human
Inside the elevator running upwards, Mizu was holding a rectangular card with her profile. The supposed to be named was written as Player 11659, with the data record of her skills and people killed, showed in the pentagon shape on the side, which is 'Zero.' Then a capitalize letter on the topmost indicates the group she's in, the "EAST HOUSE" and her level under her pic, 'Level 1' a beginner. This will change every fight, she will have, after the scanning.This plain card is used for some necessary things in this strange and unknown place. But limited only to the house they belong and the level it indicates, a rookie floor, from level 1 to level 10. However, they can't go up to further floor if they can't win their game.Mizu was in the center of this elevator, surrounded by the top players of the game, from rank 1 to 3, all was a youngster. Two males in front and two females at the back and all are in a high guard, wary of the people they just met.
6 months later,On the lower floor in the room, or jail…"Is Mizu still asleep?" Zhi asked as soon as he entered the room. His face was prettier and neat than before, he still wears his usual hairstyle yet hair was a little bit longer than before and silkier. The gray set of clothes was changed to a more stylish one and fitted to his style. It was complementing his stunning beauty."Yeah," Himari replied while wiping the beads of sweat on Mizu's forehead."Lower your voice Zhi it echoes in this close environment," Haruto said, approaching while carrying 3 pieces of clothes on his arm. His handsome face was even more endearing, now that he was extremely clean and seemed to go out from a parlor shop. Moreover, he looks even cooler in his new set of dark-blue clothes in his style while wearing a black cloak.Giving Zhi with the same cloak Haruto expressed looking at sleeping Mizu, "She needs to wake up
Mizu's eyes are attentively searching around, wanting to know where her opponent will attack next, but every time she caught a little movement, it was already too late, and was being wounded once again, helplessly. Mizu then felt the sharp pain coming from the cold blade slicing her skin and felt the touch of the warm blood flowing. She was covered in wounds from arms to feet. The clothes she's wearing was almost wrecked off, exposing some parts of her slender skin.The psychotic girl chose to make her cry in agony while slowly slicing her skin like the meat of pork about to cook.Mizu has a hard time following her fast movements and ended up in this dire situation. The shallow cuts that she received were indicating her opponents were only toying with her which somehow felt insulting, nevertheless, she strangely felt calm. Holding tightly the knife, she observed her surroundings once again, but her ears were useless in detecting a person as her sens
"What do you want? Wealth, Fame, Power, or Freedom?" he asked. The host was in his 40's and waiting for the girl to answer."None of these," she replied while her gaze suddenly changes to the crowd.The host was surprised by her answer, as it was the same answer he heard a long time ago. As he looks at the girl, she was still young but her skill in fighting was unbelievable.She tightly grips the knife while her hand was still shaking. He followed the gaze of the girl where she was looking."But!" she shouted, her voice echoing to the whole arena and eyes were burning with fire, "I only want to kill that man!"She points to the man at the top of the VIP seat that was also looking at her, smiling deviously. &
The white and freezing snow is dropping majestically and softly down in a rusty and wrecked roof of a house. It was small and built-in pieces of metals, woods, and a thick and dull color cloth that was all found in the junkyard.Inside the shallow hole on the ground located at the center of a certain room of a wrecked house. The light flickered in red and orange. Ember glows and sparkled from the small pieces of dried woods that were rapidly consumed by an aggressive fire. This made the room temperature warm.Two kids were lying on the ground, covered in a thick blanket that has many patches sewn on it. Mizu holds Shiro's hand that until now was still terribly trembling. "Was it because of the cold? Or something else?" she wondered. This boy's hand was soft and slender than any other kid's hand she ever holds. While holding it, she felt that it wasn't cold like before, and it's getting warmer.
District 33 is under the country called Hesteria. This place is divided into 3 areas: The town, the junkyard, and the slum. Wild forest surrounded this district.The town has its own wall that separates the two areas. Where most people have an average life, a mediocre, not too rich or too poor. Yet, still incomparable to the other areas of the said place. And they are under Government's care.The junkyard, a place where the waste of most districts are been dumped. This place is connected to the slums, where people in the slum get their materials and things for a living. They collect scraps in exchange for money or food.The slums, a place of poorest people. Even every day of their life is like hell and a battle against the grim reaper. It is an unlawful place where dead bodies are a natural occurrence every day. Corpses died in hunger, disease, or even murder. No one even cares,