We grew up here. Nothing new. Nothing different. Not pointless; just dull. Here we are taught things that kids shouldn't see at our age. Our town is small. Our town is poor. Our town is one of the many victims that compete in the games. That's why I hate it here. That's why we hate it here. No one wants this. No one wants insanity. That's why we planned to leave. Me and my best friend. We were always together and we have survived so far. That's why we are also alone. Protecting each other from day one. Nothing could change that. We are lucky in many different ways. We are alive. We can hunt our own food. We haven't been picked for the games either. Hopefully our luck would continue. But its not like we don't know how quickly luck can run out in our world. I know. Dawn, my best friend, knows. We are in a world of 'Do or Die'. We both know that to the limits it can reach. The games won't change us. It never has.....
......but that was just the beginning.
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Primal
Action"Sharpen your teeth, ready your claws. On this battlefield, you fight like animals." "No one leaves until blood is shed; and the games don't end until three are dead." Four are chosen. Three will die. Two will learn. One shall survive.
