Player 380 Death Novels & Stories

I text Quinn, telling her Jackson is going to have a chest X-ray and then be admitted overnight for observation. Half an hour later, Jackson is settled in his room. The whole Dawson crew is here now, and they all crowd in to see him. He’s tired and still has a risk of developing pneumonia, but he’ll be monitored closely for the next twenty-four hours. I step out of the packed room, and Dean comes into the hall with me. “Hey,” he says. “Hey.” “Wes said if you hadn’t caught the early symptoms there’s a good chance Jackson could have died in his sleep.”

Puffing out in annoyance I clasped the phone from the side stool and swiped up to check the message. I met about 20 messages but with the same texts. “THE SECOND ROUND OF THE GAME COMMERCE TONIGHT, GET PREPARED. IF YOU SKIPPED THE ROUND AND BREAK ANOTHER RULE, A THIRD PERSON WILL DIE.” The text made me freeze. My heartbeat stopped. I felt my Stomach twist. My hands trembled against the phone and I didn’t know how I let it fall to the ground. My mind starts wandering, What did he mean by the third person will die. My brain processed a lot of answers but it all arrived at one resolution. Could this have anything to do with the mysterious death of Zayn and Anabel.

"Do you know how dangerous that place is? When the scaffolding fell on her, she was still clutching the 300 dollars she'd just been paid. She kept calling your name, saying now she could buy you another toilet bowl!" The impassioned speech made a few distant relatives tear up. The onlooking reporters and fans also began pointing at me and whispering among themselves. "Oh my god, is that true? That's so cold!" "He'd abandon his own mother for money?" "He's definitely the most ungrateful player in esports." I listened to all the murmurs, my face expressionless. "So what? She went and got herself killed. What's that got to do with me?" No sooner had the words left my mouth than a loud slap land

she swung her club at the last second. I snapped my legs closed to obstruct but the ball skimmed my feet and rolled cleanly into the hole. The siren blared. “Pod fifteen, passed” The voice announced. My lips pressed firmly as I watched Kim stroll back to her pod, high-fiving Rick in a bid of victory. I moved back to my pod with a resolve seated in me to walk back alive when the dice finally rolled on me. Two players were called next. Pod eleven— The older man. Closer hole. A distraction. He still missed his target. The crows came, agonizing wails wrung out and it ended with another decapitated corpse.

All that remained on the ground were two severed limbs and a pool of blood. Nearby, a short and skinny guy collapsed onto the floor, trembling violently. Lucas used to joke about how many people he had killed. I always thought he was kidding. Now, though… it suddenly didn’t sound so fake anymore. I quickly warned the other players not to refuse the game. Otherwise, they’d probably end up just like the big guy. The skinny guy looked at me desperately, his voice shaking. “Then what are we supposed to do? I don’t want to die here!”

"You know what's funny?" He frowned. I looked directly into his eyes. "I would've died for you again." Something flickered across his face. Regret. Surprise. Maybe guilt. But it was too late. "I know," he said quietly. Of course he knew. That was the tragedy. He had always known. And he had never cared. Darkness swallowed the room. The pain disappeared. I knew I was dying. I looked at Damian one final time. If there was another life... Another chance...

How did the wind blow it over when it was so heavy? Soon, my consciousness began to fade, and my eyelids grew heavier. I slowly collapsed into the pool of blood, my heartbeat slowing as time passed. I could feel my vitality slipping away. Before I died, I managed to dial a number, and I heard the sound of the door unlocking from the fingerprint lock. I assumed it was Harvey, but my eyelids no longer could stay open, fluttering shut eventually. But at my very last moment, I heard a phone ringing—and it was gradually closing in.

Then, there was a dead silence. [Oh my goodness, the three veteran death-game players were all wiped out in just a few minutes.] [System: Not my fault! This Granny boss is too bugged!] [Was there a program error? Granny just crashed the whole level!] [This is total destruction from the ultimate Granny boss!] [Granny reigns! Granny rules!] The thick, oppressive aura that had filled the rooftop began to recede as the three players disappeared. The bone-crushing, apocalypse-level aura radiating from me slowly settled down too.

I want to help, but I’m running out of air. Kicking to the surface, I take in a big gulp of air. A whistle blows. “Three more minutes!” Coach calls. My pulse picks up. Three more minutes. Did the other team get our blue flag? I dive back down, but there’s no sign of the two players who were just fighting. Kicking as hard as I can, I swim along the pool’s wall. Thick, dark green plants have been tethered to the side, and I have to feel my way through them.

Bryce laughed when he heard Lori's question. He laughed so hard he could hardly stand. Tears were streaming down his face from the laughter. Lori was bewildered. "Why are you laughing?" Bryce replied, "I'm laughing at how stupid you are, Lori. Don't you know that Chad Lowry is dead?" It felt like an explosion went off inside Lori's mind. She stiffened. She kept shaking her head and could not stop trembling. "That's not true. Chad has always been healthy. How could he be dead? You're lying…"