Infection

Chapter 7: The Arena

I wake up in total darkness. I couldn’t even see my own hands that were right in front of my face. It was a point of darkness when I started seeing things but I know is not there. Then a bright light surrounds me making me shield my eyes.

“Hello?” I ask.

Another spot light turns on in front of me and in the light was a African American male in a huge purple fluffy coat and a big fluffy top hat to match, he was holding a cane in his right hand.

“Welcome, welcome to my Arena!” He said.

He sounded as if he was a host of a TV show.

“In this Arena you will put to the test of strength and skill and if you survive your free to leave. But if you die well your dead it wouldn’t matter.” He says with a little laugh at the end.

“Okay, but what if I don’t want to participate in this Arena?” I ask.

“Well you were forced here so I don’t think you have a choice do you?” He said.

“Oh really, well I only see you, so you and what army?” I said placing my hand at my holster but I notice that the holster for my pistol and knife are missing. He makes a little chuckle.

“Shit this army asshole.” He said.

He claps and the whole room lights up and then the room go up into an uproar of people sitting on bleaches surrounding me. The whole room looked just like the Roman Coliseum. It was made of stone walls, stone seats and four iron gates each to my right, left, in front and behind. He slowly steps backwards away from me. The whole place was full of people in rags. They were drinking and shouting at me. A gate opens and he walks through it but before the gate closes he takes something covered in a cloth out of his coat.

“Here you might need this.” He said.

He tosses me the roll of cloth at me and it lands at my feet. I pick it up as the gate closes and the man walks away. I unroll it to find my knife. Somehow the man got on top of the bleachers. A woman in lingerie walks right beside the man and hands him a cigarette. He puts it in his mouth and the women lights it. She walks away and he smacks her ass. He bangs the cane on the metal railing that separates the bleachers and the walkway around the Arena. The whole place goes silent. He blows some smoke.

“Here are the rules. There are no rules,” The whole crowd goes into an uproar again. He taps the railing again and they go silent. “I’ve done these events about a hundred times and only seven people have survived the first round. Only one man survived the second.”

“How many rounds are there?”

“Three.” The crowd goes loud again. The man looks agitated with all the noises. “Hey shut the fuck up I’m talking!” Everyone goes silent.

“Hey sorry b-” Before the random guy in the crowd can finish the man in purple pulls out a Colt .45 and shots him.

I hear a lot of shouts and cursing and the man flash his gun at everyone showing that he has dominance. The crowd goes silent. Whatever this whole gang is it must be pretty new because of the lack of obedience. 

“We are The Players and you can refer me as The Pimp of The Apocalypse!” The man said with his arms up in the air. The crowd didn’t make a single sound.

I was started to wonder if this idiot was legit. I thought I was hit a little bit too hard over the head.

“Damn it that’s when you’re supposed to cheer!” The Pimp said. With those words the crowd goes even crazier than usual.

“Fuck it just open the gates!” He said taking a seat on a throne looking thing.

I look back down at the gates where I see behind every gate is one infected. The gates open and the infected charge at me. One was closer to me than usual. The closest was the one behind me. I take my knife, turn around and throw it. The knife goes into the infected’s head and it falls. I remember taking Boy Scouts when I was younger and I was taught how to throw knives. I’ve been practicing ever since. The second closest was to my right. When it got close I grab the bottom and collar of its shirt pull him over me and over me on the infected to my left. The one behind me gets close to me. It throws its hands at me; I grab its arms and pull volt it over me on its back. I raise my right leg and take a heavy stomp at its head. Its head must have been really decomposed because its head complete imploded upon impact.