"Oh boys wake up were here!" I woke up in the car and noticed that we were in the middle of no where. I looked around, there was nothing but trees. But something was there in the distance that caught my eye. A walkway that led to the paintball grounds. I was happy but at the same time scared. I heard people that go there come out badly bruised or cut. But Oh well. We hopped out of the car and made our way to a huge container where the guns and ammo are kept. So we bought the equipment and headed off to the area where the instructors called the rules. I just sat there quiet imagining how the bullet would feel on me. I regret wearing short sleeves.
"We also have overalls if you think you can't handle the pain" the Instructor called. I felt a bit good but Leather couldn't make the bullet feel less painful. A few minutes later we moved to the field.
We also where given masks. Half of the masks were red and the other was blue. this was to tell who was in your team. I was really scared. Many bad thoughts entered my mind. How the instructor demonstrated how the gun shot made me scared. The shots sounded deadly. The instructor went over the rules again then surprisingly He started the battle. The aim of the game was to retrieve a flag in the center of the area and place it in a flagpole in the opponents territory.
Me and my teammates agreed we should sit back and let them retrieve the flag for us. I decided to move side into a house pointing the gun out the window. I was real nervous, I was shaking from my head to my arms which disturbed the aim of my gun. I couldn't stop moving, I wanted to take the mask off my face because the glass was blurry from breathing so I couldn't see.
“BANG!” I quickly take off the mask to see where the shots came from. My team where being bullied. One was holding the flag while the other 5 had their guns pointed inside the building where my team was in. I had to help. It felt bad so I ran behind the opposition team and started to shoot every direction rapidly. The power from the gun was too strong for me to handle.
Each shot I always flew back or dropped. My body was still dead. It was a really long ride from Auckland to the countryside in a cramped car. Finally they noticed me and started to shoot me. As I was running to cover I tripped on a Tyre and shot myself in the leg. It was real sore but it gave my team time to run away. We rendezvoused at a abandoned house.
While taking a break I look around at my team and they were all covered in paint. I was the only one still moving. Although my leg was shot countless times, Losing hurted more.
So I grabbed my teammates gun and ran out shooting with both guns. My plan was to separate the flag bearer away from his team. The plan was going good till.........
“GAME OVER!” We lost. Apparently I made the flag bearer run to our territory then he put the flag in the flagpole. It was good that It was over. The day was real hot. I couldn't wait to take off the overalls. It was fun though But we couldn't afford another game. I’m gonna miss this place But won't miss the bruises on my leg.
