The Game

Chapter Twenty one - The Empty Child

Chapter Twenty One – The Empty Child

“What part of 'shoot them in the head' don't you understand?' their 'commander' yelled at Tim. Nic didn't really know how and when this guy, Fred Spear, had become the the leader, yet he was. “You! I am talking to you!”

“Who? Me?” Nic asked. His tone suggesting that he actually knew the answer.

It was pretty fun to tease Fred. Whenever he got angrya large vain would pop up on his forehead. His face would go all red and sweaty. That would make him look even worse than his 'normal face'. If you could call it normal.

Fred, was one of those people who had huge muscles but no brains. Sadly for him, he also didn't have the factor that made girls get attracted to guys that look like him. It might be because his round, shaved head, was almost always covered in bruises. Because of his height he would often bang his head to places. Not to mention that he had a nose that was broken more then five times.

The reason Fred had joined their game was they had to be atleast seven people to play this current Zombie Zone, and well Fred would always follow them, looking for opportunities to join their little group.

When they heard that they needed one more person, and decided that they didn't really want an NPC to join them, Fred magically appeared.

They didn't know that he would end up being the leader though.

“Okay, listen to me... If we don't get out of this Shopping Mall filled with wankers... I just want you pussies to know that it has been a pleasure to know you dickheads.” Fred said, barricading the entrance of the clothing store they were in.

“Ookay?” Nic said, not sure if it was a compliment.

“It was a pleasure as well.” Branden added, yawning.

Nic decided to look around the shop for ammunition. There is always ammunition.

He walked pass a collection of jackets and saw Tracey. She was looking for, well a cloth that would fit her.

“You okay?” Nic asked walking up to her.

She nodded and whispered “Are we Role-playing as well?”

“I guess.” Nic whispered back “Fred seems to be much in to it.”

She let out a short laugh, it sounded like a puppy sneezing. “I can see that..”

“I'll just look for some ammunition, we are running out of it...” Nic nodded and walked off.

“Bruce... I'm sorry but, you are done. You are fired!” Robert hung up before he could object ignoring the part Bruce said “Please I have a son an-”. He noticed Nate watching him. His face changed and became softer. “Yes.. Nate?” His voice was lower now, but it still had a tenseness.

“Who was that dad?” Nate asked, walking over to him.

“No one...” Robert answered.

Bruce was one of the key designers of The Game, a young man, early thirties. He had a son at a really young age and was forced by his family to marry the girl. Well, they were both forced.

She had died a couple of years ago, and Bruce was left raising up his son alone. His son was about six when his mother had died.

Robert felt bad for firing him but he had no choice. He caught him trying to copy the files they were working on.