Death isn't anything to fear. Especially if you have a plan for the other side...
by Mike Meadors, Playwright
Billy sprinted down the long ally. His heart throbbed in his throat, his eyes bulged. His future depended on it. Hell, his life depended on it. He was lucky he spent most of his free time testing his physical limits. Most people in the Dome wouldn't have been as successful as he was at this point.
He leap over a turned garbage can as the rain came down. The Welker began to gain ground, despite Billy’s nimbly athletic display.
“When is she going to give up and take a different approach?” Bill thought. The chase had gone on for over a half of an hour. Which is enough time of intense running to make even the world’s flail in fatigue.
But not Billy. He was determined to survive the game. The horrible game. A game which had taken the lives of his closest friends and family.
It all started when the government decided to take over the world governance. The New Order meant anyone in a Sub 6 Category was subject to the game. A game where the world’s most incredible athletes, or Welkers, savagely murdered the innocent.
But not Billy. Billy had other plans then to stand and be beaten. Billy knew he could fight back if he lasted long enough or, in an even better scenario, survive the time limit. He did only have to survive for another ninety seconds, however, this Welker had never been closer to her target.
He just needed to find a weapon. Something to attack with. But what? No point in stopping to find something. The moment he stopped his legs, Billy knew he was a dead man.
Billy found an old abandoned drain pipe and, without a thought, jumps at it and began to climb. He doesn’t make it far before the Welker grabs him by the ankle and throws him to the ground.
As the Welker pulls a tiny gun from her breast pocket and points it at Billy, his life flashes before his eyes.
…But Billy has an escape plan.
He just has to die first…