EIGHT
LeoAbandoned buildings with shattered windows take up the eighty-two-inch TV screen. As I sit on the couch, elbows resting on my knees, my thumbs and index fingers push the buttons on my controller at a rapid speed.
“Okay, Leo, right there. We’re making a run for it,” Ethan yells.
My avatar follows his across the screen.
“Oh my God. Holy s**t. Look at my health.”
“Dude, I have no more f*****g shields,” I groan. “You know they’re probably going to be waiting for us, right?”
“They know where we are,” Ethan says.
Our avatars are hiding in a hollowed-out building.
“What are we going to do, just sit here? We could just hide out for five minutes to inevitably die,” I say.
“s**t, dude. Don’t you have class?” Ethan asks.
I spare a glance at my phone to see the time. “Yeah,” I grumb
