So. . . I guess I've decided to write a story I hope it works out. o_o this was based off a dream I had about 3 months ago, Pyro and my other friends have been nagging me to write a story based off it, so I guess I am now.

Without further ado, I give you Chapter 1 of The Last Chance

The Last Chance: Chapter 1

Cody slipped into the line, this was the last of the Integrated warfare simulations. He needed to win if he was to escape this dystopian nightmare. He shuffled forward with the group of people, once the line had moved on into the mile high building complex he removed his backpack. An odd assortment of stuff lay inside this bag. A L.E.D torch, a Nerf sniper and Firestrike gun, 2 small pocket knives, sunglasses, and several Band-Aids and wraps. Quickly he pulled his baseball cap down, the guards dejectedly returned to their stations after his daring escape from their clutches. They stormed off to their posts. Hastily he took the pocket knife out of the bag and slid it into his pocket. If everything went to plan, he’d be reunited with his family in Jeoul. All he had to do was hold up his end of the bargain and Derick would get the flag, thus ending the simulation, and they’d be off world. He clenched his fists so hard that his fingernails dug into his skin. He had to be ready.
“Hey! You lot move to line 12” commanded an Enforcer.
The five people ahead of him took the remaining spaces in line 12.
Suddenly recognising the guard he ducked down and pretended to tie his shoelaces. His sneakers were weathered and getting tighter on his feet. The doors in front of the lines opened and 8 people in each line hurried into the doors, their bodies suddenly went limp and flopped to the ground. The guards grabbed the bodies and hauled them to a seperate room, he stared through the doors, it was hard to see the environment that the Game-Masters had chosen, it looked like a safari. Good. That meant that a cityscape was next.
“You, boy!”
His head snapped up, swallowing hard he looked into the grizzly bearded man's cold unfocused eyes. “Yes sir?”
“Look kid… ya wanna stay focussed in there. You're gonna wanna win right? Stay focussed I'm telling ya, nothing can beat being focused. . . hmm. . . eah, what was we talking about now? don’t remember.” Burped the fat Guard
“You were telling me. . . um. . . that you were going to make sure the next simulation was Cityscape.”
“Right of course.” then walked away.
He sighed, that was close, too close.
“You lot, move to line 2”
Cody and the seven people behind him walked toward the designated section. His heart raced, grabbing the sunglasses he put them on. The sound of the Enforcer yelling out orders was barely audible now.
“Commencing Simulation. Make sure all belongings that are not designed for upgrade are stowed in the storage compartments. The simulation will begin momentarily.” rang out the female Game-master’s voice through the speakers.
He looked around, the only person who really looked determined here was a girl, possibly 13, about a year younger than him. Slung around her back was a pack similar to the one that came from his sector in the city. 15 mechanical pencils were fastened to a belt slug around her shoulder, a very interesting choice of weapons…
Ages ago his father had shown up with a sword. Back then there were less landscapes, and less people wanted to attempt it. He won the simulation quite quickly, which made The Game-Masters suspicious so they wanted to have him recycle through. He's off-world now- presumably on Jeul. or at least, that's what the off-world propaganda says. They also say that the rules for the IWS are that the winner would be able to take one other person.
His dad so of course, took mom. She wasn’t able to compete in the games, not to mention she was with a child. So after that it was him his 2 older, and 2 younger siblings. They each took the younger with, thus it would’ve taken ages for him to win alone. It had been 3 years since Simon, his last older sibling, left with Michael. Now.. There's only 1 Integrated Warfare Simulator remaining, all the rest are on whatever planet they were headed to. The humans who are able to win, have earned the right to survive. Derick showed up from a distant city. by his accent it was apparently the southern sector.
There had been talk of a council at the head of the IWS, some wacko’s thought they were aliens, but nobody would be able to verify it. Especially with their status.
“Simulation in progress.” rang out the bone chilling voice

Then the doors opened.


Well that's it for now guys I hope you like it, I'll be sending more chapters soon

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Fireblade28
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