Sorry if this is in the wring place, I'm new around here XD


My entire school year was on a bus. It pulled up in town, and we all had to go stand in the War Hammer shop. We were informed that we would be competing in the "Project" (basically an early Hunger Games, look up Battle Royale). We were given our weapons. I was given a shot gun, and my best friend was given a frying pan. I swapped with her, as I knew the pan would be useless in a life or death situation, and I wanted her to have the gun. We left the shop, and the blood bath began. We walked outside to find the popular group, and a group of friends we don't talk to all dead. A boy in the year had a machine gun. He was shooting everyone down. I didn't even feel sad at the deaths of the classmates. I just remember thinking, 'They were a different group. Never talked to them. As long as us two survive."
We sprinted away down the street, and out of nowhere, murlocs, from World of Warcraft sprang out. (We both agree in real life that said boy with the machine gun looks and sounds like one.) We rather epically fought them off. At one point, just as I was hitting one with my frying pan, my friend yelled for me to look out. I turned just in time to find the boy with the machine gun pointed at me. My friend pulled me out of the way, just in time. We started running down the street, but she turned and shot at the boy. Being in a hurry, her shot was not fatal.
We ended up at one of our friend's houses. (For the record, we both get easily annoyed at this friend, and she is growing increasingly distant.) The house was empty, and a complete shambles. Furniture over turned etc.
me and my best friend hid there. There was no sign of anyone, so we derped around and had a laugh. Then, we heard a noise from outside, so turned the lights off, and dived under a random bed. We hid there, my friend's gun pointed at the door. Then the door opened, and we could see the shadow of the boy. His machine gun was pointed in our direction.
That's when I woke up.