{"sf1_id":1324256,"sf2_id":null,"title":"PUBG - Squad Nightmare","author":"Mlinzi Lioness","words":4291,"posted_at":"2018-04-17T06:04:00.000Z","tags":["Arachnomorph","Battle","Battleground","Clean","Death","Feline","Playerunknown's","Pokemon","Pubg","Sylveon","Video Games"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1324256-pubg-squad-nightmare","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1324256","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1324256\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Four kidnapped strangers are thrust in the middle of the first battle royal by PLAYERUNKNOWN.","content":"The aircraft's engines stirred as unsuspecting passengers.\n\nCabin lights flickered to life bathing the occupants with an\n\neerie fluorescent yellow. Everyone struggled to get a bearing on\n\nwhere they were or what was happening. Those who woke first\n\nattempted to get up from their seats only to find they were\n\nstrapped in by a harness.\n\nWith a deafening cacophony of feedback, the intercom system\n\nroared to life. All eyes searched cabin in hopes of finding some\n\nanswers. Answers that would fill them with fear.\n\n\"Welcome contestants,\" cried the speakers. \"to the game of a\n\nlifetime.\"\n\nA lone shadow stood at the front of the plane highlighted\n\neveryone once in a while by the flicker of a dying light. His\n\nface couldn't be seen under the hood covering his features. It\n\nwas connected to a black trench coat that swept the ground every\n\ntime he shifted his weight.\n\n\"My, name is not important. If you must address me then you\n\nmay call me Nemo Nemo is Latin meaning nobody.\n\n  \n\n. We are moments away from taking off to a small island\n\nthought uninhabitable. A place many of you may have heard of,\n\nErangle.\"\n\nWhispers flooded the cabin causing the stranger to stop and\n\nwait patiently. It wasn't long before the whispers subsided and\n\nNemo was allowed to speak once more.\n\n\"You have already been assigned to a group of four. Turn to\n\nyour seatmates and get to know one another. You will have to\n\ntrust them with your lives. Oh, and before I forget. You will\n\nhave to hunt for your own weapons. Your targets will be... each\n\nother.\"\n\nThe cabin was stunned to silence. The tension lingered thick\n\nenough to smother the bravest soul. For four particular unwitting\n\nparticipants, it was a call.\n\n\"I don't know about any of you,\" growled a black furred\n\nfeline. \"I plan on surviving this encounter. I won't go out\n\nwithout a fight.\"\n\n\"What's your name\" chimed the sweet feminine voice of a\n\nSylveon. Her white fur was all that could be seen in the dim\n\nlight.\n\n\"I'm Moon.\" The cat replied coolly.\"\n\n\"I'm Nymphia,\" The pokemon smirked before rounding on the\n\nother feline and arachnid on either side of the two females. \"Any\n\n  \n\nof you touch my ribbons and I'll make sure it's the last thing\n\nyou do.\"\n\n\"Ease up,\" One male growled from the shadows. He was hidden\n\nfrom the light but the fur that could be seen looked as if it'd\n\nbeen painted a fiery crimson. \"Don't worry about who I am. I\n\ndon't plan on sticking around for very long.\"\n\nThe guy just opposite the row growled in reply. \"You can't\n\njust go rogue and expect to survive.\"\n\nNymphia and moon could make out the arachnid. His main eyes\n\nreflected in the dim light easily but the smaller eyes that could\n\nbe seen were shielded by a hoodie. Even his mandibles were\n\ncovered by a bandana.\n\n\"Call me Drow,\" He chittered. \"That's what my friends used\n\nto call me.\"\n\n\"Used to?\" Moon asked but no reply could be heard as their\n\nattention was drawn back to Nemo.\n\n\"You will be ejected out over the island in a HALO fashion.\n\nFor those who don't know military terms, it means High Altitude\n\nLow Opening. If you don't know how to operate a parachute do not\n\nfear. The shoots will deploy automatically so you don't die from\n\nsudden deceleration syndrome.\"\n\nThe cabin remained silent save for the hum of the engines.\n\nThere weren't any windows to see them nor the land they'd be\n\nflying over. Without a word, the trenchcoat-clad stranger swept\n\n  \n\nout the side entrance and into the pitch black night. Once the\n\ndoor was sealed shut the light shut out to be replaced by a\n\ncrimson hue. The lights that provided enough to see but not\n\nenough to be seen.\n\nThe cabin filed with a new hum. It was the wings of the\n\nplane sliding out to provide enough surface to lift off. Nymphia\n\ncould tell they were in a prop tyle plane as the engines didn't\n\nrev the same way as the 747's The size of the cabin alone\n\nscreamed military. Not exactly the c-130 cargo planes, those were\n\ntoo small to fit the 100 strangers cramped within.\n\nAll thoughts were shoved aside as the crat sped down the\n\nrunway and took off climbing to an unknown altitude. No one knew\n\nfor certain how long they would be flying but no one dared break\n\nthe silence or make friends with people they knew they may be\n\nkilled by or could have to kill.\n\n\\* \\* \\*\n\n  \n\nHigh above the deserted island, the passengers were thrown\n\nout in groups. Each row was jettisoned separating man from the\n\nobjects as they tumbled to the ground. The four strangers waited\n\ntheir turn with bated breath. They sat with their backs facing\n\nthe cargo ramp. The light on the wall flashed red three times\n\nbefore turning green and throwing them out backward.\n\nThe wind rushed by their ears deafening them to any sounds\n\nor speech. The town below them grew bigger fast. Just as Nemo had\n\n  \n\nsaid the shoots deployed and brought them safely to the ground.\n\nThey weren't alone.\n\nMoon hit the ground running but couldn't dive into the\n\nnearest house fast enough before the spray of metal buried itself\n\nin the door frame. She'd recognized the humans from the plane.\n\nThey'd been sitting across the aisle from them.\n\nThey had landed on the outskirts of one of the abandoned\n\ncities. The island had been declared uninhabitable and everyone\n\nhad been evacuated. The island itself couldn't sustain life due\n\nto radiation but there didn't seem to be any present. Not that\n\nthey could feel. With advancements in technology, they made the\n\nradiation visible as a blue-tinted storm. Although the houses\n\nwere abandoned they contained more than just furniture.\n\nThe black furred feline scoured frantically for any weapon\n\nshe could find. As luck would have it she managed to snag an\n\nM16A4 with enough 5.56 ammo to feed the beast and shout its anger\n\nlike a dragon breathing fire.\n\nShe looked up at the sound of a thunk against the side of\n\nthe building followed by loud cursing. From the obscenities, she\n\ncould tell the voice belonged to the feline she could see in the\n\nshadows on the plane. Her lips raised in a sneer with a quick eye\n\nroll before the front door burst open.\n\nHer ears swiveled before she turned to see an empty doorway.\n\nEyes wide with fear she raced to the open room close-by. The\n\n  \n\nclick of metal, the sound of the spoon being released from a\n\ngrenade, sounded like a gunshot in her sensitive ears. With speed\n\nand grace, the cat turned and slammed the door shut before the\n\ngrenade hit the wall and blew the door to splinters knocking her\n\nonto her back.\n\nThe world spun with a high pitched ringing. Time seemed to\n\nstretch into eternity as she reached for her weapon bringing it\n\nup to bear in time to see the first human take aim.\n\nNeither had been expecting the recoil the made their shots\n\npass wide. The next shots hit their mark. The humans second shot\n\nslammed into Moon left arm forcing her to turn as her shot hit\n\nhim on his knee. His scream reverberated in the empty home and\n\nwas followed a slam into the wooden floor.\n\nMoon regained enough strength to shoot the assailant in his\n\narm. The bullet punched through his elbow shattering it before\n\nentering his lower chest. It then ricocheted up and into his\n\nheart.\n\nThe body lay motionless and silent. The silence didn't last\n\nlong before the second pursuant rounded the corner into the\n\ndoorway. Moon couldn't lift her assault rifle in time to defend\n\nherself. The MINI 14 glared at her from the short distance ready\n\nto speak her end.\n\nThe weapon clattered to the floor. Looking up Moon could see\n\nhe tried to keep his feet but stumbled with an arrow point\n\n  \n\nprotruding from his forehead. Unable to stay standing the human\n\nfell over just as motionless as the other.\n\n\"Fuck you, asshole.\" Cried the familiar voice of Nymphia\n\nfrom the hall. The Pokemon's footfalls echoed in the room before\n\nshe revealed herself with a crossbow in hand.\n\n\"That's two,\" Drow chittered. He walked over to the fallen\n\ntyro soldier and commandeered his MINI 14. \"Spoils of war. Mind\n\nif I borrow this?... Alright, I'll return it with a reimbursement\n\nof ammo.\"\n\nNymphia rolled her eyes walking from the bathroom holding a\n\ncouple bandages. \"Looks like you were lucky.\" She murred.\n\n\"Too bad he wasn't so lucky.\" The feline jested. The pain\n\nfrom the pressure made her gasp and cringe in an attempt to get\n\naway.\n\n\"Sit still,\" Nymphia growled trying to finish up. \"I've\n\ndealt with Eevee kits with more restraint.\"\n\nDrow trained his weapon out the door. He thought he saw a\n\nflash of shadows crossing the windows. The barrel swept the area\n\nready to spew forth its gospel of destruction. The silence\n\nlingered mew seconds before a shot rang out from the kitchen\n\ndoorway. The round hit Drow's bicep forcing him to spin. With one\n\nhand he aimed the weapon and fired prematurely hitting the\n\nassailant in the leg followed by another round through the humans\n\nhead. The poor soul never knew what hit him with an instant,\n\n  \n\nhumane death. His friend wasn't so lucky as he'd been sprayed by\n\ngrey matter as the bullet exited the back of the corpse's skull.\n\nWith a fit of rage, the last human fired wildly grazing\n\nNyphia's white furred cheek leaving a small rivulet of blood. The\n\nSylveon grabbed her crossbow and fire at him with enough anger\n\nthat she missed completely but it was Drows Shot that hit its\n\nmark dead center mass dropping the human in an instant.\n\nWith apprehension Drow and Nymphia inched closer to see if\n\nthe person was still alive.\n\n\"Please,\" he gasped with blood dripping from his mouth and\n\nnose. \"Finish me. I'm... never... going to... make it.\"\n\n\"Lay still,\" Drow whispered. \"It'll be over soon.\"\n\n\"Why... did they... do this?\"\n\nDrow looked at Nymphia hoping for some answer to give.\n\nNymphia kneeled down and took the wounded humans hand in her pink\n\nfurred grasp.\n\n\"I wish we knew,\" She whispered sadly. She felt guilty for\n\nher comment she yelled after killing the stranger. \"I wish we\n\ncould have met under better circumstances. We could have shared a\n\nbeer and celebrated.\"\n\nThe human smiled weakly. \"That... would be...\" He fell\n\nsilent staring blankly at the pokemon. The light faded from his\n\neyes. Nymphia sighed and reached to close his eyes. She bowed her\n\nhead in respect.\n\n  \n\nThe silence was pierced by the cries of the plus one still\n\nhanging from the side of the building.\n\n\"Someone cut me down!\"\n\nThe Sylveon huffed and stood to grab the machete that lay\n\nnearby. \"I'll get him down. You need to go make sure moon is\n\nalright and take care of that wound.\"\n\n\"What wound?\"\n\n\"Your arm, it's bleeding.\"\n\nDrow raised his wounded arm and looked at it for a moment.\n\n\"Would you look at that.\"\n\nNymphia turned to walk back up the stairs when she heard the\n\ndull thunk. She hung her head sighing before looking back to see\n\nthat the arachnid had passed out.\n\n\"For fuck sakes,\" she cried. \"You're all going to get me\n\nkilled. I swear to god.\"\n\nThe pokemon climbed the step and looked over the ledge to\n\nsee a feline dangling a few feet from the ground. She could see\n\nhis red painted fur glistening in the fading sunlight. He looked\n\nup at her flailing.\n\n\"Hurry up and cut me down.\" He cried with a hiss.\n\n\"As you wish,\" Nymphia said before she raised the machete\n\nabove her head and brought it down to embed in the railing of the\n\nbalcony. The parachute cords were severed dropping the cat\n\nunceremoniously to the ground.\n\n  \n\nNymphia looked over the banister to find their unwilling\n\nextra sprawling to his feet.\n\n\"I thought all cats were supposed to land on their feet.\"\n\nShe yelled down.\n\n\"Bite me.\" He yelled up brushing himself off.\n\n\"Not a chance.\" The Sylveon retorted before rushing into the\n\nhouse and down to tend to the wounded. Her heart skipped beat\n\ncausing her to stop at the eerie voice that permeated the air.\n\nWarning, anti-radiation shield power reduced to 80%.\n\nRadiation cloud eminent.\n\n\"Fuck.\"\n\nMoon's ears twitched at Nymphia's sudden outburst as she\n\ndowned a couple aspirin and chased them with a NOS energy drink\n\nshe found under the bed. According to the expiration date on the\n\ncan, it was still good. Something didn't make sense. The weapons\n\nwere new, the items they found were new, yet the island was\n\nsupposed to be deserted.\n\n\"Drow, wake up,\" Nyphia growled slapping the humanoid\n\nspider. He was difficult to wake and with each smack, it only\n\nhurt her hand.\n\n\"Tck, I didn't think spiders were shocked by anything,\"\n\nNymphi growled again. She got an idea that made her smirk as she\n\nfolded her arms and leaned against the wall. \"Someone grab the\n\ncan of RAID.\"\n\n  \n\nDrow jumped up and looked around aiming his MINI. \"No one\n\npulls a fucking can of RAID on me.\"\n\n\"Relax eight eyes,\" The Sylveon said smugly walking away\n\nwith arms still crossed. \"You're safe enough... for now.\"\n\nThe air filled with the eerie voice again. \"Shields at 60%.\n\nThe nuclear storm will close in shortly.\"\n\nThe last member entered the empty room. \"We've got a\n\nproblem.\"\n\n\"What's that?\" Drow asked urgently.\n\n\"It's a matter or situation regarded as unwelcome or harmful\n\nand needing to be dealt with and overcome but that's not\n\nimportant right now.\"\n\n\"Smart ass.\"\n\n\"Thank you, I'll be here all weak. Anyway, that storm will\n\nbe on top of us shortly.\"\n\n\"Look, whoever you are...\" Moon growled from behind the\n\nfeline.\n\n\"Call me Red.\" The kitten retorted.\"\n\n\"Alright, Red,\" Moon sighed rubbing the bridge of her nose\n\nwith her fingers. \"Now is not the time for smart ass remarks.\n\nGive us the important information first then dispense with the\n\nwisecracks only when we are safe.\"\n\n\"Hey, there are two vehicles out here,\" Nymphia yelled from\n\nthe next room. Everyone gathered by her side.\n\n  \n\n\"Good,\" Moon growled. \"Who wants to drive?\"\n\nNo one spoke up as they brandished their weapons knowing\n\nthey wouldn't easily be able to use them from behind the wheel.\n\n\"Tck, typical.\"\n\n  \n\n\\* \\* \\*\n\n  \n\nThe storm had barreled down on top of them leaving them no\n\nchoice but to jump in the dune buggy and motorcycle that had been\n\nparked out front. Nyphia drove the buggy with Moon riding the\n\nback seat while Drow drove the motorcycle. Red didn't care for it\n\nhaving to hold the arachnid's waist but when his life was on the\n\nline he didn't mind as much.\n\nThe storm moved fast making it hard to outrun by staying on\n\nthe road.\n\n\"We need to drive through the pains if we want to outrun the\n\nstorm of the century,\" Nymphia yelled at Drow.\n\n\"If we have no choice then lead the way,\" Drow replied\n\ngoosing the throttle.\n\nThe road curved into another section of the storm leaving\n\ntheir only escape hindered by an embankment. Both vehicles\n\nlaunched through the air landing with a jostle that made Moon and\n\nRed nearly lose their grip.\n\n\"Easy,\" Red growled. \"You don't want my claws in your\n\nabdomen, do you?\"\n\n  \n\n\"Go ahead,\" Drow laughed. \"I'm highly capable of handling\n\nyour claws.\" Drow had been a bodybuilder at one point but kept\n\nhis abs rock hard. The kitten's claws would feel more like a\n\ntickle than anything else.\n\nThe storm slowed back, stopping a moment. Nymphia slowed to\n\na stop and wiped her brow. She had a lot on her mind about the\n\nsituation they'd found themselves in but couldn't even fit the\n\npieces together. She couldn't even remember how she'd ben forced\n\nonto the cargo plane with the other ninety-nine passengers.\n\nEverything before the plane was a haze and gave the pokemon a\n\nheadache thinking about the predicament.\n\n\"Why have we stopped?\" Drow asked pulling his bike next to\n\nthe other.\n\n\"I'm confused about all of this. I can't even remember\n\nanything before the plane. Why is this happening? What did we\n\ndo?\"\n\nMoon placed her paw on Nymphia's shoulder. \"It'll be\n\nalright, Nymphia. Once we all survive this we'll find out for\n\nsure what happened.\"\n\nNymphia smiled sadly. \"Promise?\"\n\n\"I promise.\"\n\nThe mood was broken by angry shouts of gunfire. They pinged\n\noff the frame as from the distance two other motorcycles raced\n\ntowards them at breakneck speed. Nymphia struggled in fear to\n\n  \n\nrestart the buggy as they barreled down on top of them. The first\n\nmotorcycle hit a rise in the earth and flew over them before\n\nlanding and sliding his back end in the dirt. The sylveon managed\n\nthe starter and punched the accelerator with moon holding for\n\ndear life. The motorist gunned his engine to pursue the group\n\nwith his friends close by with the other cycle.\n\nThe first motorcycle pulled alongside Drow aiming an\n\nunrecognizable weapon. Red clutched the bike with his knees\n\nkeeping one arm around Drow. The SKS he'd picked up felt too\n\nheavy to hold in one hand and the kitten knew he would need to\n\ntake a moment to let go of Drow in order to fire. He closed his\n\neyes, having never fired a gun before, and squeezed the trigger.\n\nThe SKS leaped with each shot forced from its muzzle. One by one\n\nthe three shots hit the enemies leg, abdomen, then head. The\n\ndriver looked back in time to see his sidekick fall and become\n\ntaken by the storm.\n\nThe driver pushed his cycle into high gear trying to ram\n\nDrow's cycle. The spider would have none of it and kicked at the\n\ncyclist knocking him off balance before lifting his MINI. The\n\nmuzzle was hidden below his trenchcoat.\n\n\"Vengeance for my families, bitch.\" Drow chittered then\n\npulled the trigger shooting the cycle's engine. The explosion\n\nrocked the pair leaving them alone and uncertain where Nymphia\n\nand Moon went.\n\n  \n\nMoon was busy trying to fire at the cyclist with the vehicle\n\nbouncing crazily. The driver lifted his P1911 and tried to aim at\n\nNymphia. The sylveon looked over to see the barrel aimed at her.\n\nMoon grabbed the rail and aimed her sites but her shot went wide.\n\nThe driver had ducked then re-aimed his shot. The sound could\n\nbarely be heard over the wind but the unsteady shake of the buggy\n\nlisting back and forth made known the fatal shot for the poor\n\npokemon.\n\nMoon leaned in and grabbed the wheel seething in anger while\n\naiming her gun for the driver once more.\n\n\"Game over!\" She cried firing at the front tire causing the\n\npursuant to flip over and be captured by the storm.\n\nThe storm stopped again leaving the buggy to slow having run\n\nout of gas. Moon slumped holding her head weeping knowing she'd\n\nlost her newfound friend. She couldn't even bring herself to look\n\nat the Sylveons limp form as the other rolled up behind her.\n\n\"What's going on?\" Drow asked softly. \"What happened to...\"\n\nRed stood by Drow's side about to cry with his ears pinned\n\nback.\n\nNothing needed to be said about their fallen comrade but\n\nthey knew that was a possibility once they were forced into the\n\ndeath game.\n\n\"I promised her we'd find out why this happened,\" Moon\n\ncried. \"I failed to keep that promise.\"\n\n  \n\nRed hesitated, holding his fist tight before moving to\n\nattempt to comfort the feline with a hug, needing one himself.\n\nMoon wrapped her arms around Red no longer able to hold back the\n\ntears. It was all she could do to keep from falling apart.\n\nA round of shots cut the somber mood. They panged off the\n\nvehicle causing the group to seek shelter in the small shed a few\n\nfeet away. Moon turned around to shut the door only to watch the\n\ndune buggy blow up kicking her off her feet.\n\n\"Why did they do that?\" Red cried. \"She was already...\"\n\n\"Hush,\" Drow said moving to put his three-fingered hand on\n\nMoon's shoulder. \"Don't let her tenacity and bravery be wasted.\"\n\nMoon's features grew stern. She stood up branding her M16A4.\n\nThe click of the safety cache and the clatter of an empty shell\n\nfreshly ejected from the rifle filled her with a satisfying rage.\n\n\"You're right. Let's fuck these assholes up.\" She growled\n\nkicking open the door and without aiming fired upon on one of the\n\nrandom teams still left in the small area. A burning hatred\n\nfilled her as she fired three rounds left her barrel. One hit an\n\nunsuspecting combatant in the leg followed by a quick graze of\n\nhis cheek. The last round entered through the human's right eye\n\nand blowing a hole in the back of his head.\n\n\"That's for Nymphia you sick bastards.\"\n\n\"I think they pissed her off,\" Red whispered in fear.\n\n  \n\n\"I'll agree to that,\" Drow said waiting for an opportunity\n\nto fire on someone.\n\nMoon flinched as a stray shot struck her already sore\n\nshoulder knocking her back into the shed wincing in pain. Outside\n\nthey heard a scream followed by silence. Someone else had fallen.\n\nMoon struggled to her feet falling once hearing a grenade explode\n\nleaving a temporary reprieve to the battle.\n\n\"Did they kill each other?\" Drow mused looking out the door\n\na moment to see one of the last three pulling the pin on a\n\ngrenade. Moon cried from the pain but leaped out the door firing\n\nwildly striking one of the combatants in both arms and one leg\n\nincapacitating him. At the same moment, he was hit his own shot\n\nring out striking Moon once more in the same shoulder. She\n\nclambered to the back of the shed breathing heavily. Red was not\n\nfar behind her with the P1911 he picked up off the floor of the\n\nshed. Trying to give himself cover he fired wildly and never saw\n\nthat two of his shot struck one of the last two. The stranger was\n\nput out of his misery by a stray round between his eyes.\n\nInside the hut Drow kept his eyes trained on the grenade\n\nunable to tear himself away in time before the bright flash of\n\noblivion consumed him. Moon winced wondering where the last guy\n\nhad gone. Red turned the corner to check on the incapacitated\n\nperson and finished the job with a point-blank ranged shot in the\n\nhead.\n\n  \n\n\"Hey, fuck head.\" Moon panted as the last survivor rounded\n\nthe corner. He readied his assault rifle ready to fire but\n\nhesitated.\n\n\"If you have any last words, say them now,\" he growled.\n\n\"I heard you wanted to start a farm.\" She laughed. He looked\n\nat her puzzled. With a wry smile, she looked him in the eyes.\n\n\"I've got a couple acres for you to start with.\"\n\nHer M16A4 fired three times, once in his testicles then up\n\ninto his chest. Red raced back over to her to help her stand.\n\n\"Thank you.\" Moon coughed. \"Where's Drow?'\n\nRed frowned and looked away. He didn't have to say anything\n\nfor her to know that he almost made it to the end with them. They\n\nwould both pour a bottle for the two fallen heroes.\n\n\"Match complete.\" Called the familiar female voice over the\n\ndin of a helicopter.\n\nRed let Moon stand on her own as the helicopter touched down\n\na few yards in front where the storm had been. They didn't\n\nrealize it had already receded. The stranger from the plane\n\nstepped out of the copter and strolled up to the winners with his\n\narms behind his back. The hood had been pulled back to reveal a\n\nsilver mask.\n\n\"Congratulations,\" He mumbled. \"You've won our first ever\n\ncontest. Some adjustment will be made before our next test and\n\nwell go from there.\"\n\n  \n\n\"Why did you do this?\" Moon growled taking a step forward.\n\nSilence lingered in the air as he sized her up. \"People have\n\nbecome bored with normal game shows and I've found everyone\n\nwanted to see Something akin to The Running Man come to life. We\n\nset up this island to give everyone the chance to bet on\n\nsurvivors and we get a cut.\"\n\n\"That's...\"\n\n\"Capitalism at its finest,\" the host stepped forward\n\nfollowed by a set of guards the hadn't noticed were there. They\n\nmoved to stand behind them with hands folded before them.\n\n\"Now, for your rewards.\"\n\nMoon's blood froze as she closed her eyes. The loud click of\n\na 9MM pistol cocking made her heart stop. The guard behind Red\n\naimed his gun at the back of the felines head and fired. Just as\n\nhis body dropped Moon heard the shot then silence. Everything was\n\nquiet but she dared not open her eyes.\n\n\"Alright everyone,\" cried a new voice. \"Get in the damn bus\n\nand prepare to kill. The storms brewing and time is short.\"\n\nThe cat opened her eyes to find she now help a pickax. To\n\neither side of her were Red, Drow, and Nymphia all alive. She\n\ndropped to her knees and wept as the Sylveon moved to hug her.\n\n\"It's alright, Moon.\"\n\n\"I can't believe you're alive.\" Moon sobbed.\n\n  \n\n\"I don't remember anything but opening my eyes to you all\n\nhere with me.\"\n\n\"Hey get your asses on the bus!\" The showman yelled.\n\nNymphia helped Moon back to her feet and they walked over to\n\nthe announcer.\n\n\"What's going on here?\" Drow chittered angrily.\n\n\"It's a battle Royal and you are our unwitting guests.\n\n\"Oh, fuck.\" The four retorted in unison.\n  \n  \n\n"}