The scared subject sat, hidden in his corner, afraid still. The loud gunshots had just started and were terrifying to the subject. He knew they were sniper shots, and that the sniper was looking for their next target to shoot, and he thought he would be the next every time the loud gunshot was made.

  The gunshots continued, and each time the sniper shot, he jumped. The man sat in the corner breathing heavily, and eventually, the sniper shots stopped. But they didn’t just stop randomly. There was something before their stop, less loud gunshots, and many more. The man who had reached the top had shot his gun many times at the man and killed him.

  The terrified subject was glad the shooting stopped, but was also worried more about the fact someone else who could kill the sniper could now use the sniper gun if they wanted to. The man shut his eyes to blink and tried not to think about it. He just hoped he wouldn’t get found.

  The man who had killed the sniper was doing something different from the subject's thoughts of what he might do. The man was no sniper, he was only good at close combat, and he realized this.

  He knew that no one else could get the sniper, or there would be dire consequences. Thinking about it, he came up with a way to stop the sniper from being used by anyone else.

  He picked up the sniper, and threw it off of the large tower. The sniper fell with extreme speed, and quickly hit the floor. The sniper broke as soon as it landed on the floor. The pieces scattered onto the floor randomly, and the sniper was unusable. His idea had worked.

  The man slowly descended the stairs, being careful as to not fall off. The staircase had metal railing, but he couldn’t be too safe. He easily got to the bottom, and stepped off of the staircase, safely. He stepped beside the body of the sniper, and the broken sniper pieces, and continued on to find more people.

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  He walked around and noticed something. There was a pile of guns, and a dead body next to it. This surprised the man, as it looked like someone was hoarding the guns. He wondered why someone would do this if they couldn't use them all at the same time. The body had 3 guns in its hands, like the dead subject was the one hoarding them.

  Before the man arrived, the terrified subject had an encounter. He was still hiding, and he wasn’t found on purpose, but the hoarder came near his hiding spot. The subject who was hoarding decided to use the place to pile up the guns of his victims.

  Mistaken, the terrified subject came out of his hiding spot. The hoarder's hands were filled with guns, and he was completely defenseless, giving the subject the perfect chance to kill him. He shot him with the small pistol he had chosen as his weapon. The man died as soon as the bullet penetrated his skin and hit a vital organ in the stomach.

  The terrified subject was still in his hiding spot, too afraid to leave, and came out once again, pointing his pistol at the man. The terrified subject was not so lucky this time. The man had his assault rifle in hand and it was pointed directly at the subject's head. The terrified subject noticed this and knew it was the end. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and his pistol dropped from his hands. The man had no mercy, and immediately shot him as soon as his pistol was dropped.

  The man picked up as many guns as he could carry that would be useful to him on his journey to win this death game. The man did not feel any sadness nor remorse, as he couldn’t. He was provided no emotion, and no reason to feel bad for others. This man was a killing machine. Made to kill and made to not feel anything when he did, except for accomplishment, at a victory, no matter how easily won. The man would not stop until every other subject in that arena, except for himself, was dead and rotting. This was a life or death game after all, certainly not a fun one.