The Arena

Prologue

My name is Ares. I live in the ruins of Manhattan. I am 19 years old. Let me explain how I came to be in this situation.

It had been 10 years since the government had been destroyed, and the world had fallen into chaos. I was 9. The president had just declared war on Russia. And soon there was a World War III. So many dead, so many towns destroyed. The whole world became a quarantine zone.

Survival of the fittest, that's what living on the streets taught me. But the fittest were the ones pulled off the street everyday. They were forced into the Arena, where the only person with any power, Josef Stalin II, watches them fight to the death as we all watched. Afterwards, Stalin II decides the ate font he victor. It always ends the same way, the victor is sent to their chamber, Which is when Stalin kills them. No one knows how, but there are rumors.

One day, I was pulled off the street. A squadron of armed police jumped out of an aircraft to select those who would be taken. Among those chosen, I was one of them.I knew my fate, and couldn't believe what was going to happen to me. No one had ever survived more than one match in the arena, But I was about to change that.