He inhaled deeply as he gazed at the enormous golden gates and began to hesitantly assure himself that everything would be alright. He recognised that this could be the turning point in his life after passing through those golden gates. If everything works out, he'll be able to look at himself in the mirror normally for the first time and will undoubtedly be able to attract his family's attention. He began to doubt why he was even thinking of doing this as he was making his way to the waiting area, thinking, "Maybe I should just apply to the Army or the Navy." The entire time he was there, he kept saying things to himself.
The announcer shouted over their microphone, "GET READY, SET GOOO!!!" Our lovely protagonist had to shield his ears to protect them from the announcer's boisterous, high-pitched voice as their voice boomed from the big speakers. Someone punches his shoulder while blocking his ears. The individual shouted at him, "Hurry up, ZAC, YOU'LL BE LAST."
Zac, our main character, was fleeing when other people's corpses crashed into his. The ground began to collapse abruptly in all directions. The announcer's voice reverberated through the stadium and hallways, "LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE SET OFF THE MAN MADE SINK HOLES"
Zac was sprinting on a broad track, avoiding sinkholes while the other competitors shoved everyone and anything out of his way since their want to survive outweighed their desire to win. When Zac reached the midway point, the others' hunger and greed for victory overcame their will to live, and traps began to set off as they dashed over the pressure-sensing plates.
As he ran down the track, he turned to look behind him and saw that everyone else was fighting for the victory, their pride and greed being sated by their superiority over someone they would consider to be a simple peasant beneath their golden-lined boots, but who was really only made of mud and sand.
Zac and numerous other competitors were dragged back as the race was about to end because the competitors causing it had angry, jealous, and greedy faces. Pushing himself to keep going towards the finish line, Zac dragged and pushed his way to the front.
He forced himself to cross the finish line with all of his remaining strength, and when others swiftly caught up, he came in first.
As he stood on the podium while the announcer was giving out the medals, it was only then that he realised that the podium of the superiority you stand upon is constructed not of marble but of mere dirt and sand.
