I'm thinking of turning this into a multiple chapter work following the lives of different characters. Do you people agree with this idea or should I just stop now?
The young boy lay silently asleep, he could not have been any older than 16. He wore a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. His body was thin and short no taller than 5’ 6”. His hair was jet black, his face showed little dots of pimples and the beginning of facial hair. He had a strange PDA that had been locked in place on his right arm. All around him people of similar age were asleep as well. There were thousands upon thousands of them all bunched up together in what appeared to be the town square for a city. On one side of the square was a large red-bricked building that had many windows and three floors. In the center was a fountain with flowing, shimmering water and on all sides of the square tall loud speakers surrounded it. Everything was tranquil until suddenly a screeching large sound fired off from the loud speakers awakening everyone within the square.
The people rose up from their slumber dazed and confused with some putting their hands on their ears to protect them from the sound. Just as sudden as the sound had started it ended after only a few seconds. Then an aged and graveled male voice was heard and it said, “I welcome you all to the simulation I hope you enjoyed your rest. You will have no memory of your past lives as an unfortunate side effect of entering the simulation. This was once a game used for entertainment where if you died here you would not die in real life. But now if you die here you will be killed in real life by your simulation equipment. Any attempts to remove the gear from the outside world will also cause you to die. There is only one way to now to free yourselves from this world and it will not be a simple and easy task. The simulation is inhabited by the reanimated remains of the dead more commonly known as zombies. These zombies are vast with many different mutated forms that you people will discover. If you are able to eradicate every single one of them then you shall be freed from this simulation. To help you in this task a PDA has been fitted onto your arm. It will allow you to track your skills, equipment, and any information that you acquire. I have nothing left to say but good luck and may you not die.”
The boy then silently examined his PDA while people around him either panicked, broke down in madness, or preformed something similar to him. In it he found a menu containing data of what he was carrying, what abilities he had, what condition he was in, and what he knew so far about the zombies. He found that the only thing he had on him was pocket knife with a blade no longer then his ring finger. The amount of abilities he could improve upon was endless containing categories such as cooking and blades. His body was perfectly fine but he wondered how long that state would last. And he had no information about the zombies but he assumed he would learn soon about them. Instead of waiting in the square hoping things would change he proceeded to walk casually down one of the roads unknown of what he would meet soon enough. He was determined to escape this world and discover who he was before this had all happened.
They boy then heard a panicked voice from behind and felt someone grab his shoulder, “where do you think you’re going?” The boy turned around to see a tall kid about the same age as him. He had brown hair that went to his shoulders, a strong physique, and wore a wife beater and shorts. The boy replied to him in a strong tone, “I’m leaving now and I’m going to survive.” The tall kid then said, “I won’t let you kill yourself” and grabbed the boy! He struggled against the kid’s strong grip and grabbed the pocket knife from his pocket. He unfurled the blade and used it to stab the kid in the gut. The kid released the boy and felt where he had been stabbed. He looked surprised and panicked at first but then became angry at the boy and yelled, “I’ll kill you!” He charged at the boy trying to tackle him to the ground but the boy dodged him and proceeded to stab him in the back multiple times with his knife. The kid slumped to the ground and blood spurted from his mouth and back causing a pool of crimson red blood to form around him.
They boy stared at his hands looking at his bloody knife and trying to comprehend what he had just done. “It was life or death I had no choice”, the boy thought. “If I hadn’t stopped him I would be the one lying on the ground now dead.” A screen appeared on the boy’s PDA showing what the kid had been carrying on him. He had a few yards worth of rope on him and nothing more. “I might as well take this and not let his death go to total waste.” A few other people had started walking in his direction and saw the dead body of the kid. They only stared as the boy continued down the road accepting the reality of what he must do to survive.