The Death Games

New Alliances

“Leo, could you go collect firewood? Our fire is nearly dead.” Michael asked the next morning. “Hannah, you collect berries and such for our stew. I’ll guard camp, and just holler if either of you need me.”

Leo wandered off, collecting armfuls of branches, occasionally running into Hannah and laughing.

He was just starting to think that this part of the Death Games really wasn’t so bad when he spotted Alan, alone, collapsed under a tree.

He froze, unsure of what to do. 

After a minute, he decided to holler “Michael!”

Michael arrived a few minutes later, weapons in hand. “I’m warning you, I will- Um. Leo? Where’s the threat?”

He looked around, then spotted Alan. He jumped back. “Oh my god!”

“I found him here, and he’s still breathing, but where’s…” Leo said, unable to finish the thought.

“Anastasia.” Michael finished.

The two of them looked at each other, then at the surrounding foliage.

“I’ll go check.” Leo offered.

“Okay. I’ll make sure Alan doesn’t run off.” Michael said.

“And camp?”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine on it’s own.”

Leo frowned, but left anyway.

After twenty minutes of searching and finding nothing, he returned. 

Michael looked up, hopeful, but Leo shook his head.

Alan without Anastasia is like the moon without the sun. Leo hadn’t ever seen the two of them separated. At this point, he was clueless of what to do.

Alan decided that for them when he gasped and woke up. “Ana?” he muttered.

Leo and Michael shot each other another look.

Leo knelt down, and patted Alan on the back. “She’s gone Alan. I’m sorry.”

Alan froze. “Elizabeth… I’m going to kill her.”

“Er, come on Alan. We’ll help you to our camp.” Michael said.

“No, wait, I need to find Elizabeth and-“ Alan said, attempting to struggle to his feet.

“How about you do that later? First, we need to do the not-so-fun things.” Leo said.