Creating A Monster

I walked toward the area with all eleven people fighting, only to see everybody laid out on the floor with arrows in their bodies.

The unique thing about these arrows was that they weren't made from basic wood. They had plastic ends that helped the glide through the air.

"Help! Please!" I heard from one of the bodies to my right.

I walked over to it slowly, watching it from a distance with my axe, and started talking to it.

"What's your name?" I asked him, moving down by his feet.

"Clyde! Shit, they missed me... they shot me in the arm with an arrow and I just fell to the ground and pretended to be dead," He said to me. I nodded, sheathing my axe and helping him back onto his feet.

"What did those people look like?" I asked him next, picking up an arrow out of one of the corpses nearby.

"They were... odd... they were wearing like leaves and grass and stuff, and they had really big bows that shot really fast. They were really accurate too. They moved about two hours ago, but I was afraid they were still nearby. If you're still here, maybe they're not though," Clyde suggested.

He looked like a kind person. He had a round face, short blonde hair, and brown eyes.

"Where did the arrow come from?" I asked him next, looking into the forest.

Clyde pointed with a knife in the eastern direction. I noticed the glint of the sun on the dirtied blade, but that part bothered me.

A dirtied blade... but nobody had stab wounds.

"Where did you get that?" I asked him.

Clyde seemed to notice what I was talking about after initially being confused and then pointing in the eastern direction.

"The eleven of us formed a group and robbed those grass people. They stole all the weapons so they could punish us whenever they saw fit, so I grabbed a knife to have at least some form of defense. That's probably why they killed my friends... but they must not know that I'm alive," Clyde said.

"Hey, Clyde. You said that if I was near this area, they would kill me, but they just want to rule with an iron fist over us? Why would they kill me if I'm not posing a threat to them?" I asked him.

Clyde seemed stumped, which is what I wanted to happen, but he finally answered with an escape.

"I don't know man! I'm out of energy, and I don't even know why they killed us! Sure, we robbed them, but the goal is to do whatever it takes to get out of here! The goal is to kill people!" He told me.

"If only two people can make it out alive, why did the eleven of you travel together? You would have to kill each other eventually," I told Clyde, looking into the forest to look for gazes. I also noticed that Orion was completely quiet as well.

"Two? That's not what the note said... the note said eleven, didn't it?" He asked me.

"But... it didn't. It said there were two people left who could escape. Let me see this note," I demanded from Clyde, turning to look at him.

"Well, I don't have it. One of those grass people had it, and I read it in their armory," Clyde answered me once more, changing his body language.

He was lying.

Why would he need eleven people in a group? There must be something I'm missing here...

"Charlie, what do you think we should do?" Clyde asked me.

That's when I nodded, turned toward Orion, and gave him a certain look.

I drew my hand-axe and plunged it straight into the middle of Clyde's arm. He screamed out in pain and fell to the ground as the bone cracked through his skin and the blood started to pour.

"I never told you my name, how the hell did you know it?" I picked Clyde up by his collar and pushed my face close to his, but he wouldn't answer me.

I punched him in the face, causing his nose to bleed right after.

"HOW DID YOU KNOW MY NAME?!" I screamed at him.

"THE GRASS PEOPLE! I'M TELLING YOU! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!" Clyde screamed out at a volume almost even to mine, before falling back to the ground and crying once more.

The grass people...

"Tell you what, Clyde. Let me meet one of these grass people, and I'll tell you how five people escaped," I told him.

"Escaped...? People escaped...? Nobody escapes from here..." He mumbled.

I figured. They have engineered arrows because people had been here for a while.

"They did. It was originally seven people who could escape, but five of our friends made it out, which leaves only two spaces open. You talk to those grass people and find out what we want to know, I'll let you take one of those places," I told him.

Orion looked at me with a slight grin, knowing that was one big lie.

Orion said it himself, Clyde's life was worthless compared to mine. He was a criminal in some sort of fashion, and I knew those grass people would shoot him on sight. He would waste his life getting the information I already knew... and it was slightly terrifying that I didn't feel anything.

I don't care about his life, after only six hours of thinking, I realized how worthless everybody is here.

"Okay! I'll show you how I broke in, and where they were at... just follow me!" Clyde said, getting up, and running toward that eastern direction he pointed in.

Orion and I slowly followed behind him, watching for any traps on the ground, and any people observing our movements.

"I was worried... for a second, I believed that everybody here was a monster. These two girls recruited me after I told them that I had information about Genesis Asterio," Clyde said.

Orion and I both stopped and Clyde turned around to see, looking confused.