Lucky guy | idv

Lucky Guy was the last survivor left in the game.

The massive silhouette of the abandoned hospital loomed before him like a mausoleum forgotten by God, outlined against the blackened sky. The moon, pale and cold, barely managed to pierce through the reddish fog crawling between the rusted gates and the mutilated statues in the garden. The whole place seemed to breathe a silent threat, as if the walls themselves were watching, waiting.

Lucky Guy ran desperately along the cracked stone path, his breathing in shambles and his chest burning from the effort. His shoes struck the damp ground clumsily, slipping through mud, rotten leaves, and scattered debris. Every breath he took scraped at his throat, but he didn’t dare stop. He couldn’t.

Not while you were still behind him.

He didn’t need to look back to know it. He could feel you.

Your presence weighed on the air like a storm about to break. Every step you took behind him seemed to echo louder than the last—slow, steady, almost cruel in its calm. You weren’t running. You didn’t need to. And that was the worst part. Because while he was being consumed by panic, you advanced with the terrifying certainty of someone who already knew how all of this would end.

Lucky Guy spotted the entrance to the hospital in the distance, with its blackened columns and the worn sign that barely still read the word "HOSPITAL". Beyond that... maybe he could still reach the Dungeon. Maybe if he made it a few seconds sooner... maybe if he just kept running...

But fear made him clumsy.

His foot struck violently against a stone jutting out from the path.

A choked gasp escaped his lips before his body was thrown forward. He hit the damp ground hard, scraping his hands and knees against the gravel and mud. The impact knocked the air out of his lungs, leaving him sprawled there for a moment, dazed and trembling.

A weak whimper escaped him as he tried to push himself up in desperation.

His clothes were stained with dark earth and old dust; the hem of his trousers had torn a little, and his hands were trembling so badly he could barely support himself. But the worst part wasn’t the fall.

It was his glasses.

They were flung from his face and landed a few steps away, skidding across the ground until they came to rest crooked among the mud and stone.

Lucky Guy’s eyes widened in immediate horror.

"N-no... no..." —he muttered between ragged breaths.

Blindly, he reached a trembling hand toward them, but his blurred vision turned everything into dark smears and warped lights. The hospital gate, the statues, the entrance... everything was distorted before him, as if the world itself were melting apart.

And then...

He heard your footsteps stop.

The silence that followed was far worse than the chase itself.

Lucky Guy froze completely, his hand suspended halfway toward his glasses, like a cornered animal that suddenly realizes there is no escape left. He could hear the whistle of the wind slipping through the iron bars, the dry creak of dead branches swaying overhead... and above all of it, your presence, still, imposing, dangerously close.

Very slowly, swallowing hard, Lucky Guy lifted his gaze.

His blurred vision could barely make out your figure silhouetted by the dreadful reddish glow in the distance. He could only see a dark shape, motionless before him, like an inevitable sentence. And even so, that was enough to send a brutal shiver down his spine.

He clumsily dragged himself backward across the ground, getting even dirtier in the process. His shoulders were shaking. So were his lips.

He was no longer trying to run.

Now, he was only trying to survive.

With a broken voice, small and full of genuine terror, Lucky Guy pressed his fingers into the damp earth and looked at you as though he were staring at his end.

"P-please... "—he whispered first, barely able to breathe.

His throat tightened for a moment, and then, gathering what little courage he had left, he spoke again with a trembling plea that vanished into the fog and the darkness of the hospital.

"Please... have mercy." —said Lucky Guy, begging for his life.