Turning eighteen is scary, in many different ways. But it's even scarier when it meant that any day you could be one of the few picked to fight for their lives. six go in, only one comes out.
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Maeve's POV
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My feet are sore.
We've been walking for hours, and all we've found to fill our stomachs are a few berries.
My stomach growled with hunger, my exposed legs had scratches on them, and I was exhausted.
The sun was now starting to set. The thought of being in these woods alone, at night, with five strangers rubbed me the wrong way. I didn't even know their names, expect the blonde who kindly introduced herself. I'm meant to spend the night with them? They could be the reason I die for all I know.
I could go off by myself. Then again, being on my own without the knowledge of what's out there waiting for us seemed stupid.
I have no idea how this is going to end. Only one of us is leaving here alive. We all know it. Though, in the few hours we've been together, none of us has brought it up.
In my opinion, I have a forty percent chance of living. The guy in the hospital gown stood around six foot and had broad shoulders, his muscular build showing that he was some sort of athletic. He wouldn't deliberately hurt anyone, but he'd kill if it came to it.
The quiet guy; he's said all of two words. I understand him not wanting to engage in conversation with us. He keeps his hands in his pockets. He seems like he's racking his brain. Maybe trying to figure out why he was picked, or a find solution to get the hell out of here. I don't think he'll make it. He doesn't look like he'd hurt a fly.
There's the guy whose been flirting with Egyptian the entire time. I'm not sure she's picking up on it, because everything that comes out of his mouth seems to annoy her. He's leaning more towards the bad boy type. From the bruises on his face, he can obviously take a punch, probably just as well as he can throw one; hence the boxing shorts. He took the 'leader' role immediately after taking initiative to help when one of us got injured.
Speaking of which; she's now walking on her own. Still limping, but walking, so progress. She hasn't let her injury stop her, which let's me know she's a fighter. Maybe she has something to fight for. If I'm right, it gives her an advantage. She'll be able to handle more than some. However, her disadvantage comes from her leg. If something happens to her before her leg heals, she's done.
Egyptian? She's very perky, I'm not going to lie. She gives off party vibes. You can see the popularity seeping out of her. She's nice, but I feel like deep down, there's a bitch inside, waiting. For what? Not sure. She's very clean and neat. She hates dirt, bugs, anything that doesn't look high quality. She's gonna die. She's not going to know how to get food, or water, or any basic survival skills.
