District 6 Female: Ashlyn Roxen
A snarl that rippled across the room snapped me out of my daze. Or should I say, three. Even though my head was down, I could already feel the hot breath of the monster and see globs of drool drip down onto the concrete floor beneath me. My head slowly lifted up to be met with a giant nose, above were eyes so dark they seemed to pierce into your soul. And below that, bared teeth sharp enough to rip flesh to shreds with one bite and a shake of the head. Speaking of heads, I backed away, revealing two more of the same exact head.
"Ah! There are three mutant dogs?!" I yelled, eyes widening in fear. Yet behind them, there was only one body....
"Ah! It's a three headed mutant dog!" I yelled again, eyes still wide with fear. The head on the right spat, with spit landing in front of my feet.
"Oh, you want a fight? You'll get a fight." I choked down my fear and spat my own saliva towards the dog's face, landing right into his forehead.
"Bullseye." I gently blew my imaginary gun. Anger rolling off the mutant dog in giant waves, it pounced at me, all three jaws wide. My eyes narrowing, I took the nearest loose brick and flung it into the closest one's mouth, causing a gagging noise. Sort of like the sound you hear if a toddler choked on a string of spaghetti. Except this one was much deeper... and louder. Ther other heads, like comrades, howled in pain and this time, their nostrils flaring, charged like a bull in an arena during a fight.
Hey remember the Book of Life! That bull scene? My eyes lit up at that moment. And with that, I raised my arms and with an imaginary cape, like Manolo, and yelled at the mutant dog heads (minus one who was still choking) "Torro! Torro!" And like the movie, I dodged just as the dog barrelled past me and into the wall, causing crumbled dust to fall from the ceiling.
"Is that all you got huh?" I teased the mutant dog. That's when I saw one the middle head limp, unmoving. Two down, one to go.
"Ah, this is so easy like is that REALLY your best? I could do this all day," I rolled my eyes, fanning myself with an imaginary fan. Even though my face looked bored, in reality my knees were about to collapse from exhaustion and my brain was struggling to find a way out of this place. That's when my eyes caught the gleaming of an iron trapdoor. And with my body out of energy, I used the oldest trick in the book.
"Look doggy! Is that a giant, fat, juicy chicken?" I pointed to the corner of the room. As the last still uninjured head looked to the top right, with a burst of sudden energy I darted to the trapdoor, whipped it open, and jumped in, not knowing what to expect next.
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District 6 Male: Devin Eifa Alvah
DROPPED OUT.
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District 2 Female: Slate Welby
DROPPED OUT.
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District 12 Male: Marcus Silverhand
NO ENTRY RECIEVED.
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