The Culling: Short Fiction Review (Part 2)

The Culling2

If you haven’t read Part 1, make sure you check it out.

EPISODE 3:

This is it. They got me in this room with every kinda weapon you could want. Say I can pick out a package. If I earn enough, they’ll send some airdrop in for me. Isn’t any scavenged business either; all top notch. Only the best for us cons. World’s gone crazy. I pick up a rifle, check the clip: only four bullets. No way I’m makin’ those shots. I move away from the firearms, too loud anyway, might as well wave one a those big fingers they got at ballgames. Bows, nah. Traps, make ’em when I’m in it. Close combat, now we’re talkin’. I pick up a machete, feels alright. Grab one of those Japanese swords, really light, maybe…. Then somethin’ catches my eye. Oh yeah, this’ll do, this’ll do nicely.

EPISODE 4:

Every muscle I got is tense as a tow-rope. I’m droppin’ through the sky and I can’t see a damn thing. In a box barely big enough to turn around. Like a piece a cargo…guess that’s what I am now, here for everyone’s entertainment. I’m about to give ’em somethin’ they’ll never forget.

I think about my girl…always loved you, never meant to hurt you. Now the whole world’s gonna feel your hurt.

BAM. I land with a thud that rattles my skull. I hear some announcer they got piped in through the whole stadium, “GET READY! 5…4…3…2…1!” Top flies off my cage. I’m free. My heart’s racin’ like the Indy 500.

I can’t see a damn thing, just jungle all around. Need a weapon. I pick up a rock. Another one. Got enough FUNC for a knife…well a shiv. A branch. Now I got a spear, good; we’ve come a long way from the cavemen, eh? Hah. I need to find a buildin’ before someone else does. I scramble up a hill like a madman and look out. Past the jungle I see some tower in the distance. Bingo.

Found a nice shallow stream that makes the goin’ a little easier, should reach that tower in no time. The announcer booms out, “Somebody killed another player with a knife!” One down, fourteen to go.

There it is! Building is about 400 feet away. I stop and scout a bit. No movement that I can see. Alright, let’s check this… Oh, S%!T. A rock just whizzed by my head. I whirl around and some skinhead’s swingin’ hammer at me. Duck. I clock him with the haft of my spear in the ribs. I hear a satisfying crack. He jumps back, holdin’ his side with one hand. We stand there. just breathin’ hard. Go ahead, a$%hole. Make your move….

TO BE CONTINUED

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One Response to The Culling: Short Fiction Review (Part 2)

  1. Andre K. says:

    Awesome writing! Can’t wait for the next part my friend. 😉

    Liked by 1 person

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