My Most Dangerous Game-Personal Narrative

Rainsford was dragging General Zaroff’s corpse across the bedroom floor with a wide grin on his face. He’d done it, he had won the game that other’s had attempted and lost. WHen he reached the window, he let the dead body drop to the floor as he opened the window and proceeded to throw him out, listening for the thud of the body hitting the hard ground. He smirked at the thought of the dogs devouring the dead body. No one ever wins, huh? Looks like karma found it’s way back to you. Rainsford thought as he took one last look out the window before shutting it and silencing the sounds of flesh ripping between the dog’s teeth. Rainsford began the journey downstairs to find where the others were captured, awaiting their turn in the game. He planned on freeing them at first, but after he had murdered Zaroff a new sensation came upon him. When he reached the door where they were locked in, he turned the knob slowly and ten hands grabbed at him, catching him off guard. Rainsford slammed the door back shut and heard a sickening crack as he looked down and saw that there had been razors along the side of the door frame and he had just cut off the three unlucky hands that didn’t pull away quick enough. The ripped, bloody flesh was a sight gruesome enough that he began to dry heave and had to race back up …show more content…
THe one on the right is Jake and his brother Zack on the left. They became my only friends after they were isolated along with me and forced to eat whatever General Zaroff decided to throw our way, if anything at all.” Rainsford’s eyes widened as he imagined the horrors they’ve gone through. He was beyond speechless as he looked back and forth between the three people, astonished at their way of surviving. Zaroff had married, gone insane and captured innocent people and starved them nearly to death. The fact that Zaroff was gone now became even greater after learning the horrible things he’s done to