Lockeroom's Pandemonium

Chapter five: Before the Night Howls

The loots, as what Silver and Alina discovered, are items that they could use for survival.

Loots vary in different forms. Different items.

There were necessity items which includes food, water bottle, medicinal potion—which other calls health potion, stamina potion, strength buff potion, agility, and many more.

There were building items as well, used to keep themselves safe when the night started to fall on the whole island—sleeping capsule, tent, comforter, automated house.

Assault items are small things that the players use to harm other players, or other deadly creatures lurking on the forest. These includes: poison potion, booby trap, drone guards, sensor, and many more.

Weapons and defensive items are things that players needs the most. There were thousands of them found in the whole island. It varies in different forms, different usage, different skills offered, different advantage and disadvantages. Few examples of it are the Airbow of Alina, and the whip of vines and the Tiger's cloak that Silver used.

Now, Silver and Alina already stopped laughing. Earlier, they were hilariously laughing when in a sudden second, they managed to kill an almost impossible to defeat beast. They killed the three-headed snake. An S-class beast.

When the loots bursted in the air, they began crazy. The small, marble-like lights—the loots—were falling in the sky, looking as if it was an incredible snowfall in the middle of the hot blazing sun.

Earlier, the problem of Alina and Silver is how to end the savage reign of the three-headed snake of the forest.

Now that they did, their next problem was how to divide evenly those loots that the beast had dropped only for them.

The loots were too many. Too abundant. The once greenish field in the middle of the forest were now covered with white marble-like lights. It can be found on the ground, on the leaves, on the cobwebs, and above the giant dome of vines. Everything was scattered.

“The administrator of this game shall fix this defect, had they plan to have another season,” said Silver. He was sitting on the ground, staring at the lights that the loots are emitting.

“Were you saying you hope there will be another set of players to play in this island, to play a more updated setting of this killing game?” Alina asked, looking disgusted towards Silver.

Silver was taken aback. He realized what he said, and immediately regretted it. “I—I didn't mean to . . .” he stopped, looking embarrassed. “ . . . I'm sorry.”

“Whoever is the administrator of this game, they suck.” Alina told as she clench her teeth.

“Yeah, they suck.” Silver seconded.

“We were forced to play this, even though we don't want to.”

“I bet they were criminals. They're kidnapping people out of their will, and force them into a killing game.”

“I guess so.”

“And we cannot do anything but to play this. And survive.”

“I have to agree.”

Silver looked at Alina questioningly. “How are we going to divide the loots?”

Alina released a small laugh. “I guess we need to kill each other,” she joked.

However, the joke seemed wrong. An eerie silence of the forest dominated the surrounding.

The only thing that they can hear are the cries of crows from afar. The sun is blazing heat, yet their bodies felt cold, tingling from something they didn't know. They have this small volt peering over their body, flowing through their skin. A sweat dropped at Alina's nape, Silver alerted as he swallowed.

Then, in one quick motion, Silver jumped as Alina started moving too.

Alina pulled the strings of her Airbow, while Silver placed the whip at his front, ready to s***h.

The both of them looked cold and ready to fight.

Ready to kill.

However, as Silver looked at her, at Alina, he questioned his self; can I really kill this woman?

Little did he know, Alina are having the same thought that he have.

Then he sighed. Alina sighed as well.

Sooner, they both disengaged themselves out of their fighting stance.

They eased themselves from the tension that was built.

“I—I think I can't.” Silver scratched his head.

“Me neither.” Alina placed the bow in her shoulders.

“I guess we just have to follow the other plan. Divide the loots and then have separate path, away from each other.”

“But how will we do it? Look.” Alina stared at the surrounding. “There were too many of them. It is impossible to divide it evenly. We might even end up quarreling of the right distribution, that might lead us killing each other too.”

Silver looked at the ground. He thought of alternative ways on how to resolve the problem, but then he couldn't.

They were even not touching any of the loots, afraid that it might cause ruckus between them.

Then, as if it was an answer, a loud familiar laugh boomed in the surrounding.

Silver became alert. He knew it was from the clown he had seen before entering the level two.

“It's the clown,” said Alina.

In their front, a combination of blue and white light emerged, running, arranging in a military snap, then started to form an image.

Silver and Alina held their weapons in alert.

Soon then, they realized that the image forming from the light, was actually the clown. Unlike last time, they now saw its body. And it was standing in their front.

“Oh no, no, dear player, you would've lose strength if you try to attack me,” said the clown as he both raised his arms, acting as if he's surrendering.

“I am just a messenger here,” the clown continued in a low raspy voice. Black fluid are flowing out of his mouth, yet he didn't bother. He was still confident showing his creepy smile. “Well, I am the host as well, but I will not be harmful. What would these holographic projection can do to you?”

“You were a just a holographic image?” asked Silver.

“Yes Mr. Drug addict,” the clown answered.

Silver was taken aback. He was shocked with the clown’s answer; both from the fact that he's only a projection of light, and on how was he called—drug addict.

He gazed away of the questioning looks of the clown and Alina. The embarrassment are starting to creep him again.

“Why are you here? Why were we here?” asked Alina to break the awkwardness that is dominating them.

“Well, Miss Perfect b***h who ended her beautiful life because of f*****g and getting pregnant by one hot guy, I will relay a message as what I've said.”

“How could you—” Silver saw Alina flushing in red as she heard what the clown told.

This clown knew a lot of thing. And he has that habit to use it just to embarrass other people, Silver thought.

“This is the message: in this level, you will spend one week in the forest for survival. When you survive—if you could—you'll be automatically promoted to level three. Killing of each player is strictly not allowed yet for the whole week. There will be dire punishment if you break the rules. Well, our technology will ensure that you won't be killing each other. However, at the end of the week, at Sunday, if you can survive, you will all be forced to enter at only one entrance towards the field of level three. Within two kilometers of the entrance, killing will be allowed. Once you killed a player, massive rewards will be waiting to you. It will be worth the kill.”

“Why are we playing this bullshit? We don't want to be here!” Alina blurted out, desperate. Tears are in danger falling off of her cheeks.

The clown sighed. “You know the answer.”

“We don’t,” replied Silver.

“You do. You just don't want to admit it.”

The silence covered the entire place.

“I have another message to you,” the clown broke the silence that is building between the three of them. “Poor, you were both dramatic that I wanted to cringe. Anyway, the sun will be closing in ten minutes.”

“What? How would it close?”

“Sunset, Miss b***h. Don't be stupid. This place can do anything that it wanted to do. I hope the both of you already realized that.

“When the sun finally closed, the whole place will be the field of the deads. It will be a place where air are too toxic to breath, the weather was too cold that it can kill you within half a minute.”

“What? How would we manage to survive that?”

“ah, let's see,” the clown mischievously smiled and acted as if he was thinking.

“Slit-faced! We have no f*****g time!” Silver blurted.

The clown laughed. “Well, just find a loot that is a building item. Build a tent or a sleeping capsule where you can spend the whole night while it howls its rage. You have massive loots in here, see?”

The clown displayed his smile of insult again. Then, his face changed, as if he remembered something. “Oh, I forgot. All the unclaimed and unscanned loots will be gone once the night started. So it will be your loss if you don't get all of what you should've earned.”

“s**t!” Silver immediately stood and ran.

“This clown!” Alina scowled, throwing a sharp stare to the light-projected jester. She then ran and started scanning the loots with the use of screen on her wrist.

“HAHAHAHA! Goodluck players! We'll be waiting to see you die!”