Man Hunt

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"I need to catch my breath," Minho panted, crouching to his knees with his eyes squeezed shut. He was leaning against one of the walls as I glared at him.

"Minho, stop breathing so loud! We're gonna get caught," I shushed with a laugh.

"Well I apologize that I need to breathe," he snapped.

"Some runner you are," I grumbled teasingly. Minho just rolled his eyes while Jeff surveyed the surrounding area.

We were pretty well hidden by the grass and the darkness of the Glade. Gally was breathing a bit heavily as well so I shushed him, too. We were some of the last ones left and I was not about to lose my win streak.

No way in hell.

"Wait I think I hear something," Jeff whispered urgently, squinting into the darkness. The only light was from the bonfire in the center of the Glade and a few stray torches here and there - all of which were significantly far away. Everyone went silent, holding their breath as we strained to listen. I could faintly hear the rustling of grass.

"Wait, is that -"

"Yes it is!" Ben screamed as he and Zart jumped up from the grass and smiled at us menacingly.

He was quick to tag Jeff, but not fast enough to get Minho, Gally, and I since we immediately ran.

That was close - too close.

"Gally!" Jeff screamed dramatically. I glanced over my shoulder and could barely see him slowly and dramatically falling to his knees. "Avenge me!"

I quickly turned back around because Ben and Zart were right on our tails. Ben was a runner, so it wasn't surprising that he was keeping steady and Zart was falling behind him. We ran for what felt like forever, zig zagging and trying to throw them off. Eventually we finally shook them.

We darted through the tall grass until we found ourselves in the gardens. We took cover under the archway that the vines were tied to. We stopped for a moment, catching our breath.

I should probably explain a little, yeah? So Manhunt is essentially hide and seek except once you are found and tagged, you are on the hunting team and must help tag the others. It starts with only one person hunting until almost everyone is hunting. The last person to be tagged by the hunters wins.

Well, I guess that technically isn't true. I am the reigning champion, but I'm never the last one tagged. Why, you might ask?

It's because they can never catch me.

They usually end up having to surrender and just call it.

"So what's the game plan?" I asked, panting slightly.

"Well, we've got to be strategic about this," Minho started. I nodded as he continued. "Ben is super fast and we barely got away from him that time, so we need to avoid him at all costs. Zart . . . we can handle."

"Zart might try to stick as close to Ben as possible," Gally interrupted.

"That's true. We should also keep an eye out for Jeff now since he's been taken by the other side," he said, peaking around the wall of vines. "I say . . . we make a run for the woods."

"I agree," I said, getting up and preparing to run like hell. "Ready?"

They stood, getting ready to run.

"Let's do this."

"One, two . . ."

"Three!"

I startled back at the new voice - it was not mine, Gally's, or Minho's. Gally was in shock as the attacker, who I realized was Newt, lunged forward and tagged him.

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