The Game at Carousel: A Horror Movie LitRPG

The trip out of the outlet mall was just as treacherous as the trip in, but we pulled it off, and I could tell that our mood was better because of this seemingly normal mini-vacation. The wheelbarrow was outside, just where we left it. I quickly walked over and placed my purchases, including my television, inside of it—as did pretty much everyone else.

Michael insisted on being the one to push it. He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, and he wanted to show off his guns—not just the one tucked in his waistband.

As he picked up the wheelbarrow, he glanced at the television, and I thought maybe it occurred to him that it looked an awful lot like televisions back home, but if he realized that, he didn’t say anything.

Michael mostly talked when he was sarcastic, using dark humor, or angry. Other than that, he was fairly quiet, though I wasn’t sure if that was his real personality or if it was just because we weren’t close yet.

“Where to next?” Kimberly asked with a smile on her face. For Kimberly, today was about as good as any day in Carousel could get, and I was happy about that.

Everyone gathered around, and we explained our next move.

Well, I explained it.

“First things first,” I said. “We need to get off of this lawn because there’s something trying to break up through the grass over there. I don’t know if you can see that…”

“Oh, damn!” Isaac said, jumping away from where he was standing about five feet from whatever it was that was pushing up through the grass.