text: [Themes: fantasy]
  
  You stand there waiting for a couple minutes and finally you hear someone approaching. In a few seconds a soldier shows up but makes no intention of shooting you. He asks, "Listen, I want to help. You want to form an alliance? We'll finish them off faster this way and then you can go wherever you want." He steps closer, you lower your gun and he lowers his. He's right, an alliance would make things a lot easier. But can you trust him?
  
  > shoot him
  He's a soldier, he's probably lying. You raise your gun and let a bullet fly straight into his head. He falls back and you run over to his side to check if he has anything you could use. Nothing, except extra ammo. You take it and start running again. One down and how many more to go? You try to remember how many soldiers you saw and mentally count about 5 of them. So four more to go. Sounds hard enough.
  
  > find the soldiers
  So you've killed only one soldier so far. Four more to go. You're still not sure who that one soldier was though. You're not sure whether he's worth killing or not.
  
  You're trudging through the jungle-like forest when you hear footsteps. You lift your gun cautiously as a soldier emerges from the shadows. He gets one look at you before you pull the trigger and a bullet pierces his skin, sending him flying. You lie in shadows, awaiting the next soldier to come forth.
  
  A twig snapping jerks your attention. You swerve around and shoot toward the noise. You hear a soft squeak! and see that you shot a squirrel. You shrug and pick it up. You pick up a sharp stick and shave off the fur and skin. You don't want to, but you eat the meat raw, leaving the guts out of your mouth.
  
  Just as you're finishing your meal, you hear rustling in some bushes to the right of you. You shoot your gun right into the bush. You hear a loud grunt and you go to see what you hit. It was another soldier. Now only two to go. There's nothing on this soldier, but you hear someone coming toward you. You think it's another soldier and put up your gun again. You only had one bullet left, so you're hoping for more ammo on him. The soldier appears, but he looks familiar again.
  
  "Woah! Hey! Don't shoot!" He cries when he sees you're pointing at him. "I want to help you, really."
  
  "How can I trust you?" You demand.
  
  "Look." He takes his gun out, and you flinch, almost pulling the trigger. He jumps a little and puts the gun slowly down on the ground. He stands back up and kicks the gun away from him. "There, I'm unarmed."
  
  Should you trust him?
  
  > trust him
  You let out a sigh of relief and let your gun fall to your side. The soldier sighs as well.
  
  "I'm Jared." He says, sticking out his hand. You take it as well.
  
  "Well, Jared, why do you want to help me?"
  
  "I think this will answer that question." He said, handing you a small drawing. A small sting entered your body, like an emotional shot. Your eyes tear up. It looked like it was drawn years ago because you looked five years old. There was you, your mother, your mother's old friend, and Jared who was also five years old. "We were good friends." He included.
  
  "Wow. How could I forget?" You ask, wiping the tears from your eyes.
  
  "Well, when we were ten, I had to join the army and it's been four or five years since then." He answered.
  
  "Yeah." You answer.
  
  "Follow me, we have to get out of these woods." He whispered, grabbing your arm. You let him lead you toward the edge of the forest. You see the opening coming into view. You pick up speed and slowly get in front of him. The opening's so close...so close...
  
  "Gak!" You stop running. You turn around to see Jared on the ground, blood gushing out of a bullet wound. You cry out and look up to see the last soldier running toward you. With your last bullet, you shoot the soldier down. You bend down to Jared.
  
  "You'll be alright, I promise." You assure him. You try to pick him up, but he protests.
  
  "No, don't. You have to get out of here."
  
  "But you're hurt!"
  
  "I don't care! Just get an audience with the king and queen! You have to tell them about...." He winced in pain.
  
  "It's okay, I will."
  
  "Here," He hands you the picture. "Keep this to remind you of me." You nod, and slowly walk out of the forest.
  
  > leave the forest
  You emerge out of the forest, holding back tears. You wished you could've taken Jared with you, to save him. But you couldn't. He knew you couldn't save him, and he didn't want to die in front of you. A tear escapes your eye and you quickly brush it away. Crying shows weakness, you tell yourself, you have to be strong.
  
  You stumble your way into a small village. It is in as bad a shape as your home village. You walk around, looking at the beggars, and the children running around, and the various soldiers keeping guard and surveillance of the area. The guards paid no attention to you, so you thought they probably didn't know you were wanted in the village across the forest.
  
  You were looking for a decent place to sleep when a man caught your attention. He was waving to you, quietly calling you over to him. You're not sure what to do.
  
  > go over to him
  You look around and you don't see anybody waiting for you, or watching you, so you walk over to him. He backs into a dark alley, and you follow into the dark shadows, out of sight of the villagers. He was leaning against the wall of a low shack. You cautiously lean on the other wall across from him.
  
  "What do you want?" You demand.
  
  "I just thought you might want to know that you'll never get an audience with the king and queen." He smiled an unruly smile.
  
  "Why not?"
  
  "Because I'll never let you get away." Your eyes widened and you tried to run, but he was quick and blocked your path. You took out your gun and shot at him. The bullet bounced off his chest.
  
  "Ha! You thought I didn't think of that? I put a bullet proof spell on myself! Ha!" He laughed. You're not sure what to do.
  
  > give up
  You sigh, and throw your gun to the ground. The man grinned evilly. He walked over to the gun while you slumped down on the ground. He bent down and picked up the gun. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly.
  
  "Well," The man said, "You wouldn't have gotten the audience anyway." He held up the gun, pointed it toward your chest, and pulled the trigger. You died instantly