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into my arm. Fiona was like a masterpiece. She was gorgeous.
At this moment in time she was sleeping as peacefully as a baby. My
brain finally woke up. I was no longer in prison. I was on the hunt
for Prisoner X. I had been sent back into this interactive war game
to eliminate Prisoner X. He has taken control over this virtual
world. The prisoner program was originally designed to punish
prisoners by allowing their own subconscious to create a living hell.
Since the destruction of earth the prisoner program is now an online
multi-player computer game where players live in the game. It is the
only form of entertainment for these people. Four million lives of
the alliance are currently in jeopardy. The safety protocols for the
game have gone. If you die in the game, you die in reality. I had
been dropped into carnage and chaos from the start. I managed to
escape the infestation of the supposed safe house, but the casualties
were high and the distance I have travelled is short. This planet is
swarming with demonic zombie like aliens created by the sadistic mind
of Prisoner X. They can only be killed with fire, but even that takes
some doing. I had managed to leave one nightmare behind me. It
wouldn’t be long until I faced my next one. I was currently on
a train heading for Central City. It was the centrepiece of this
game. Prisoner X was at Central City. The man that was god of this
world was there. I hate to think what horrors were waiting for us.
Chapter Two: My time
with Rose
I
slipped my arm from beneath Fiona’s sleeping body. If possible
I didn’t want to wake her. This might be the last bit of peace
any of us will see for a while. Unconsciously, I glanced out through
the window at the landscape of this new planet. It was breathtaking.
Two suns were climbing over the rolling hills in the distance. The
natural colour of the grass, trees, bushes and vegetation was a
beautiful violet. Something in the ground shimmered and reflected the
orange glow of the rising suns. It looked like that beautiful
sparkling light that danced upon the surface of oceans. A herd of
creatures lumbered slowly through a field. They were bigger than a
two story house. They had thick, mighty legs like that of an
elephant, strong bodies, skin that looked thick and tough, and a half
dozen horns protruding from their dominate skulls. They looked
peaceful, but capable of doing damage. I had seen one of these
creatures turned into a demonic blood zombie. It was sickening.
I
turned and walked through the carriage.
People
were sleeping everywhere.
I
glanced at my x-com. The x-com was a small black computer built into
my left forearm. All the players in these war games had to wear one.
It was our link to the game. By completing missions we gained
experience points and credits. The more experience points you gained
the higher your level, which allowed you to learn new skills, upgrade
weapons, buy new armour, purchase better vehicles, rent somewhere
safe to sleep, buy food, water, medical supplies and a trillion other
things that were on the never ending list. You paid for these things
with the credits you earned. The x-com also acted as a map and showed
you a detailed bird’s eye blueprint of buildings and towns. It
was so detailed you could zoom in and read the writing on the page of
an open book. Red dots on the x-com symbolised enemy contacts, whilst
the blue dots were other players.
There
were thirty-six blue dots on the six carriage train.
We
were on route to Central City.
It
would take about twenty minutes to get there.
What
worried me was the cluster of red dots that surrounded the city.
There were not just twenty or thirty red dots. Thousands of those
hellish creatures were waiting for us. The train would have to pass
straight through them. Would we even reach Central City? If we did
then Prisoner X, the man that constructed this entire nightmare, was
waiting for us.
I
walked through the
At this moment in time she was sleeping as peacefully as a baby. My
brain finally woke up. I was no longer in prison. I was on the hunt
for Prisoner X. I had been sent back into this interactive war game
to eliminate Prisoner X. He has taken control over this virtual
world. The prisoner program was originally designed to punish
prisoners by allowing their own subconscious to create a living hell.
Since the destruction of earth the prisoner program is now an online
multi-player computer game where players live in the game. It is the
only form of entertainment for these people. Four million lives of
the alliance are currently in jeopardy. The safety protocols for the
game have gone. If you die in the game, you die in reality. I had
been dropped into carnage and chaos from the start. I managed to
escape the infestation of the supposed safe house, but the casualties
were high and the distance I have travelled is short. This planet is
swarming with demonic zombie like aliens created by the sadistic mind
of Prisoner X. They can only be killed with fire, but even that takes
some doing. I had managed to leave one nightmare behind me. It
wouldn’t be long until I faced my next one. I was currently on
a train heading for Central City. It was the centrepiece of this
game. Prisoner X was at Central City. The man that was god of this
world was there. I hate to think what horrors were waiting for us.
Chapter Two: My time
with Rose
I
slipped my arm from beneath Fiona’s sleeping body. If possible
I didn’t want to wake her. This might be the last bit of peace
any of us will see for a while. Unconsciously, I glanced out through
the window at the landscape of this new planet. It was breathtaking.
Two suns were climbing over the rolling hills in the distance. The
natural colour of the grass, trees, bushes and vegetation was a
beautiful violet. Something in the ground shimmered and reflected the
orange glow of the rising suns. It looked like that beautiful
sparkling light that danced upon the surface of oceans. A herd of
creatures lumbered slowly through a field. They were bigger than a
two story house. They had thick, mighty legs like that of an
elephant, strong bodies, skin that looked thick and tough, and a half
dozen horns protruding from their dominate skulls. They looked
peaceful, but capable of doing damage. I had seen one of these
creatures turned into a demonic blood zombie. It was sickening.
I
turned and walked through the carriage.
People
were sleeping everywhere.
I
glanced at my x-com. The x-com was a small black computer built into
my left forearm. All the players in these war games had to wear one.
It was our link to the game. By completing missions we gained
experience points and credits. The more experience points you gained
the higher your level, which allowed you to learn new skills, upgrade
weapons, buy new armour, purchase better vehicles, rent somewhere
safe to sleep, buy food, water, medical supplies and a trillion other
things that were on the never ending list. You paid for these things
with the credits you earned. The x-com also acted as a map and showed
you a detailed bird’s eye blueprint of buildings and towns. It
was so detailed you could zoom in and read the writing on the page of
an open book. Red dots on the x-com symbolised enemy contacts, whilst
the blue dots were other players.
There
were thirty-six blue dots on the six carriage train.
We
were on route to Central City.
It
would take about twenty minutes to get there.
What
worried me was the cluster of red dots that surrounded the city.
There were not just twenty or thirty red dots. Thousands of those
hellish creatures were waiting for us. The train would have to pass
straight through them. Would we even reach Central City? If we did
then Prisoner X, the man that constructed this entire nightmare, was
waiting for us.
I
walked through the
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