Life or death

He blinked, a flash of light suddenly hitting his eyes.
The young man would raise his arm in front of his eyes, trying to attempt to the sudden change in luminosity. The sound of the wind in the trees would reach his ears. The fresh air of nature his nose. His eyes would then adjust just enough to see what's ahead of him; an old stone road going through the woods. His sudden confusion would quickly vanish, replacing itself with apprehension.
(Oh.. I'm dead.)

Just a moment ago, he was in his kitchen about to make a meal. There was no transition, nothing. The next instant, he was here. But while he wasn't expected to be chosen, he knew what to do.
He was ready for this. Out of pure interest for the show broadcasted, he watched every single stream that went live. If anyone had the best chance of survival, it was him.

The chosen's name was Saito. A 23 years old worker with black hair and black eyes of average height. His body was fairly fit as he regularly ran and occasionally trained.

His mind would rapidly snap out of it. He has to act now. From memory, he'd recognise the border between Glarion and Vestris, both prominent Kingdoms. Vestris was notably notorious for killing any outsiders, regardless of identification, which has ended the lives of many from his homeworld.
"I have to move" murmured Saito under his breath.

He'd quickly move out of the path he was currently standing on, heading into the woods while heading toward Glarion. As long as he can cross the border, he would be out of imminent danger.
He'd look down at his clothes. They make him stand out. A black t-shirt and jeans. Doesn't hide you well in the middle of the woods does it? It has happened a few times where survivors managed to cross through without being seen, but in most cases, those transported here are rapidly seen. As if they used some kind of tech or magic to do so. Then again, there's been so many of us that the guards tripled their patrols. His only solace is that there's no actual wall. Rather than gambling on not being found, perhaps he could try fooling them instead. Using knowledge learned from past participants, he'd walk up to a large brown mushroom. 
"Yeah, I remember this one."

Vestris often use them as containers since they do not rot. He'd break the head and flip it over. 
By walking a little further, he'd grab a handful of berries and fill the bottom of the mushroom head. Perhaps if he can fool them as a villager and then make a run for it, he can live.

He'd then make way once more toward Glarion, his mind racing. How many people are watching him right now? Would his parents know where he is? Would his friends think of checking the website? His old life is gone. Everyone he has known, everyone he has met, everything he has worked toward, especially his studies, gone. His heart aches. No doubt he'd cry if he thought about it too much. But he can think about it after he's gone from here. His walk would last perhaps 15 minutes until a loud voice would suddenly alert him. Two men, both heavily armed, staring right at him. His body would immediately tense up. No matter how ready one can be, the fear of death isn't something so easily conquered. He'd force a smile and raise his hand to greet them. His heart began to pounce and beat rapidly, adrenaline quickly overtaking his body without anything even happening. Their light armour vividly showcasing the Vestris flag of a bright red and green colour, symbolising a sun.
(Can I really do this? I hope I can outrun them)

He'd walk toward them as they approach him. Eventually, the guards would sign him to stop at a safe distance. Luckily enough, being transported here allows you to speak their language. 
The guard would then speak.
"Who are you and where do you come from?"

Saito would force another smile. 
"I come from deeper in the woods! We recently moved here."
He'd raise his mushroom to show the food he retrieved.

Skeptical, the guards would glance at each other.
"We?"
"Oh! My family has a small home that way." He'd point further in the distance
"Since when?"
"Since a month."

The two men would begin to approach him slowly, observing him.
"Are you armed?"
Saito would shake his head.

Now upclose, Saito would notice they both have short swords and daggers. Funny enough, they haven't yet invented anything preventing others from unsheathing their weapons. Maybe he could fetch himself a dagger if he was quick enough. The last person died attempting that feat.
The guard would clear his throat, speaking once more.

"Can you show us the house you're talking of?"
"Oh course! Would you like berries?"
"No thank you."
"That can't do good sir! It's apart of our culture to gift food to visitors!"

The armed man would frown, perhaps slightly annoyed.
"I don't care about it. Bring me to your house."

Well. Of course that wouldn't work. I guess I have to go right now.
Saito would then look past them, smiling as much as he can
"OH HEY MOM!"

The very moment both of them would turn back to glance at the distance, our protagonist immediately lunged for the dagger on his belt, dropping the mushroom from his hands.
As the guards their attention back to him, he'd manage to grip the handle of the dagger and pull it back. The man's first reaction is to grab his shoulder and attempt to tackle him down.
His body now adrenaline driven, Saito's first instinct would be to grab his arm back to maintain himself as his opposite hand holding the dagger would rush up to his neck, piercing through it. Surprised and scared, the guard's grip would loosen, allowing him to move back, barely avoiding the second down striking his sword down at him. Saito would step back, bloodied knife at hand, staring at the second guard as the first one falls to the floor, holding his neck. His heart feels like it's about to explode. At this very moment, he notices the second man pull out a whistle from his pocket, rushing it to his lips. 
(IF HE BLOWS THAT I'M DONE FOR)

The moment he notices him taking it out of his pockets, without thinking, Saito would immediately rush him up. Surprised, he'd raise his sword sideways to block his way. The whistle reaches his lips, but rather than blowing it right away, leaves it partially in his mouth, moving his second hand to defend against the attacker. The young man, holding the dagger in his right hand, would swing outwardly from his left to his right. As expected, the guard easily blocks the strike of his sword and grapples his arm of his free hand as he takes a deep breath. Guided by nothing but pure adrenaline and the will to live, in a moment of sudden inspiration, he'd drop his dagger and immediately catch it back of his left hand, piercing upward toward his neck. The man steps back but it's too late. Very much like his companion, his throat gets hit, pierced through. In shock, he lightly blows the whistle, but the sound doesn't reach beyond the surroundings. Even though, with his throat now stabbed, there is no way for him to make a resonating sound. Saito then pulls back the dagger. Despite the critical blow, the now injured man doesn't release his grip on him. Rather, he reverse the grip on his sword, intending to stab his shoulder with it. The survivor drops the dagger, quickly raising his left hand to catch the arm, locking both of them in place in a wrestling struggle. 
(I CAN WIN. I NEED TO HOLD OUT, HE'LL CHOKE ON HIS OWN)

The struggle would last roughly 10 seconds. The blood surely filling his lungs, his grip begins to loosen. Using this one chance, the player pushes one foot behind his and manages to trip him up, backing away from him. Now onto the floor, the man's hands rushes to his throat, trying to stop the bleeding. But there's nothing to be done. The first one isn't even moving anymore. Panting, exhausted from this fight that barely lasted 20 seconds, the protagonist stares down at them in disbelief. 

(I killed them. I did this.)

Perhaps these people had friends. Families. Kids. And here they are. Choking on their own blood.
Of course. I have to survive. I have to fight for myself. But this isn't right. It doesn't feel right.
He'd cough. His throat feels sore.

He'd wait. Sure enough, the second guard would stop moving. He won.
(Right. I need to go.)

He'd quickly rush up to the first guard, grabbing his belt. His sword and dagger will do.
Saito would then rapidly pick up his bag, rustling through it. Minor healing potion. Bandages. Rations. A badge representing his Vestris rank. Handcuffs. A gem.. A gem?

Gems are known to be very rare and valuable. They all possess magic properties. With enough impact, they can act like elemental grenades. How did this guard have one?

Once he got what he came for, he'd quickly run without looking back, his heart aching.
(I'm a murderer now)

Survival doesn't really excuse this. And yet, he killed them. 
(If I feel this way for every foe I kill, I'll go insane.)

There has to be a way to justify this. More than the preservation of self.
What about fighting so nobody else has to die?
That's a good one. 
I'll bloodly myself so nobody else has to.
Wow, look at that. Now I'm a murderer seeing myself as a hero.
I'm surprised I even managed to kill them.

Maybe they were rookies. Newbies. Generally the guards he has seen in the stream appeared to be a lot stronger. He'd sigh, panting, running through the border without further encounters.