Peter Anson was hastily making his way towards that small village. Perhaps he could satisfy his longing for cigarettes and tobacco there. And maybe, instead of the stale, cruddy Government bread, he could get a decent meal. Who knew what lay there.
He was whipped and thrashed by a few branches and bushes every now and then, but he managed to make it to the village.
There were a few small buildings, but one in particular caught his eye ... a service station. He wondered if the petrol tanks were full or not. Presumably not. The Government didn't want any contestants getting the idea to make a bomb of some sort.
So he walked towards the glass door, but as he attempted to open it, it clicked, and he realised it was locked. He felt a little jovial, so he decided to say, 'Open Sesame!' But it didn't open, of course. He was no divine being.
He looked down at his Smith & Wesson, but realised if he shot the glass the sound would reverberate throughout the entire Arena. He couldn't have that. He decided, instead, to look around the surrounding area for something to smash through the glass doors with.
He spotted a crowbar. He went towards it and picked it up. It was rusted, but it mattered not. All that mattered was that it was good enough to smash open the glass.
He walked back towards the glass doors, and jammed the crowbar into the glass, near the lock on the inside. It smashed with ease, and he carefully stuck his hand through the hole. Then he unlocked the door. As he was pulling his hand out of the glass, a small shard poked his finger, and he began to bleed.
Perhaps I'll find some medical supplies in here or somewhere round here.
He opened the door and made his way inside, treading on the million small shards of glass on the floor. He saw it immediately: packs of cigarettes, Government-issued, lined across the shelf behind the counter. He jumped the counter and pulled off his daypack. Then, unzipping it, he grabbed a few forty-pack cigarette packets as well as a dollar lighter. He then surveyed the service station for a bite to eat. He saw unhealthy foods, but he supposed the fruits and vegetables would be rotten by now. He grabbed a tin of coffee and four cans of beans. He'd be set for now. He could always return, anyhow. He grabbed a few bandages from the medical aisle as well as painkillers. He wrapped the finger that was stabbed by the shard with a bandage. It didn't require much effort, and he supposed it was better than not bandaging it up, since, after all, he was going to be going through bushland.
He walked out of the service station and scanned the area. Lighting up a cigarette with the dollar lighter, he inhaled the smoke. The taste of tobacco lingered on his tongue.
Where to next? he wondered. He could possibly hide out in one of the houses.
His train of thought was interrupted when birds began flying into the sky from the treetops somewhere in the distance. Then he heard it:
Rapid gunfire.
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The Government Game
Action'The Government Game' is a Game imposed by the Democratic Peoples of Australia's Government. Each year, on a randomly selected night, a number of contestants ranging from five to sixty (another random factor) are taken from their beds and made to pa...
