3000 Years Later// Chapter 3

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Chapter 3 I awoke from my living nightmare with a gasp. I wanted so bad to ask Dylan and Meg if they got any memories too, but I couldn’t ever tell them about that. I don’t need their pity; we are all going to die in this cursed game anyways. The only thing I wanted to know is why I was, so scared to be an orphan. Dylan was on guard duty; he probably wanted Meg to sleep. What a good friend; why couldn’t I have somebody to care for me like that? Did the universe just hate me enough to take away those dearest to me? I just wanted to cry, but how could I ever look weak especially now once my friends need me? How could I even have thought about crying? Dylan’s scream stirred me from my thoughts. I shot up ignoring my dizziness and the black starting to take over my vision. I heard another scream, but this time the scream wasn’t Dylan’s it was too high pitched like a girl’s. It wasn’t a girl I was sure even though the scream somewhat sounded like one. Once I got to Dylan I saw he was talking to the newcomer in a friendly way. Even if this newcomer was attacking I had no idea what I was going to do without a weapon. “Who are you?” I growled fist clenched ready to strike if needed. He looked startled. I got a good look at him, he was slightly taller than me, he was lean, with blonde curly hair, blue eyes, and a slightly tanned skin tone. “I’m Finn.” He told me. I thought for a second about having the fourth teammate maybe it was Finn he seemed friendly so far. “Uh… I think Finn supposed to be our fourth teammate.” Dylan said awkwardly. I was surprised Dylan was thinking this too. “I guess so…” I replied glaring at Finn, something about him was *so* annoying. “What have I ever done to you?!” He asked acting dramatically offended “We let you join us, and don’t be surprised if you wake up tomorrow with duct tape on your mouth.” I threatened flatly. Finn just rubbed his mouth clearly not wanting that. I was hoping for some duct tape in my bag I still haven’t gone through. Meg walked out she looked like a walking zombie. "What’s happening it’s to early?” She asked groggily, clearly not a morning person. Dylan stared at her for a little while “What if this was a threat?” Dylan asked her “Well it clearly wasn’t because I heard no fighting just high-pitched screaming.” She answered like that was obvious. My threat seemed to work, because Finn still wasn’t talking. “Well apparently I was voluntold to be ya’lls teammate” Finn informed Meg. I thought to soon he talked again. “Nice I’m Meg, and I’m going back to sleep.” She told us completely unconcerned that Finn could try to kill us, but I serious doubt he would because he would be scared for his own life. Also, he didn’t seem like the type to think that far ahead. “I’m going to go scout the forest a little.” I told my teammates. I really just wanted to clear my head, and find a weapon to use. “Shouldn’t someone go with you?” Dylan asked concerned. I understood his concern, but it would most likely be Finn coming with me. “I’ll pass.” I said walking off, so they couldn’t stop me. After walking for a little bit I stopped, and sat down on a mossy rock. I felt like screaming as loud as I could, but my friends would hear me. So, I kept quiet. I scanned the ground for any good rocks. That I could make into a spear I didn’t find any, so I scanned for sticks instead. I found a stick that could work I picked it up, and started scrapping it on a sharper rock I found. After a little while I make a spear, I heard rustling in the bushes, it sounded like a squirrel. Just to be sure I hid behind the rock until it showed itself. I was right it was a squirrel. I raised my long spear, and threw it at the squirrel. I hit it right through the eyes a fatal wound. I walked to it picked up the blo0dy squirrel, and walked back to the cave. The sun was peaking trough the dark night sky creating a beautiful dawn sky. I walked in to find the Meg and Finn still asleep while Dylan was still on guard duty. I marched over to Meg, and poked at her stomach with my finger. She stirred grumpily. “Come on we have breakfast to cook.” I told Meg swiftly “Dylan, while me and meg are gone go through our stuff.” I called to Dylan. All the commotion must have woken Finn as he started to stir I quickly left the cave. After struggling to start the fire me and Meg cut up the squirrel for cooking. After about 10 minutes of silence and attentiveness the squirrel meat was ready to be eaten. “Who knew cooking a squirrel took so much work.” Meg complained “How do you talk to Finn without wanting to put a choke hold on him?” I asked completely ignoring her complaint. “Dramatic much. It’s easy just talk without being so serious.” She said seriously, but failed to control the laughs that came out mid-sentence. I rolled my eyes with no response, and headed to the cave. Having enough faith Meg would follow, and not stay here by herself.