Day One - Part 2

[Victor Wolfe]

Victor Wolfe felt a sense of satisfaction, the boredom of the solitude had been broken and he had made his first kill since coming to this world, he took a moment to admire his work. " It was a pretty clean kill, four fast hits from this extendable pole, not as messy as my daggers tend to be, and considering how long I was stabbing the last person I used them on, pretty effective. Maybe I can find more creative uses for this, perhaps use its extendability to pole vault over distances or avoid attacks. All in all a good days work so far, now what to do about the body?"

Victor examined the fresh corpse in front of him, an old man , not the finest kill ever but as he did sign up for the survival game Wolfe would have no weight on his conscience, he knew that there was a very real chance someone would kill him, and must have known that to win he would have to end another's life, making him someone who Wolfe would be perfectly fine killing.

Picking up the survival kit that the man was carrying Wolfe took inventory, more water, always useful as dehydration can be as deadly as a knife to the throat, or a pole to the face in this case. More MRE's, at least he would not go hungry anytime soon, even if the meals do taste like candle wax.

What really struck Wolfe was what else was in the bag, he recognised what it was right away, " Oh this is going to be good, just the sort of thing I wanted, looks like this is going to be a very good week for me" Wolfe said with a sadistic grin. He packed the contents of the dead man's bag into his own and before throwing it away looked at the name tag,"Seraph eh, well Mr. Seraph if you had not been sneaking around so much and announced yourself I may not have had to kill you, unfortunately for you, sneaking around an assassin can be hazardous to your health, you just learned that the hard way, good night, maybe when this is over I will meet you again and you can hear the constructive criticism I am giving you." Victor said to the body of the now dead Seraph.

" Are you done talking to the corpse? Because something gives me the hunch that it is not going to start answering back, and if it does that it's going to be a short conversation ending with you hitting it with that pole again" Wolfe's inner voice said sarcastically.

Wolfe dragged the body over to the nearest tree leaning it up against it, "there now your body will have a nice place to rot away, and this tree gets some nice fertilizer, it's a win-win situation." Wolfe walked away leaving the now empty bag next to the dead Seraph.

Now the last thing that the dying man said had been plaguing Victor's mind, why would he apologise, was this Gilgamesh his friend, relative, lover? Victor remembered hearing idle gossip in the barracks about a powerful entrant with the same name. " So you must have been one of his followers then, and if you are apologising for dieing then he must command a high level of fear or respect from you, I wonder if he will be angry that I killed you?" Victor thought about this for a while realising that pissing of one of the most powerful people on the island was probably not a very smart idea.

"Well in my line of work the fact that you are dead just means that the Gilgamesh has a vacancy that I could lend my services to fill, after all what good leader in history has not needed the services of an assassin every once in a while, who knows maybe once this week is over I will have stable employment" Victor laughed at the thought, He did not want to go back to the wasteland again, last time he was there he was humiliated.

Victor decided to keep moving, his strategy had clearly worked for him so far, one kill and not even a scratch on him.