I met a girl at the camp her name is Brenda I think she's with Thomas but we've become friends, she wears her usual dark red tank-top with black jeans, buckle-up black combat boots and her hair tied up in a high ponytail with pieces sticking out at random with the humidity and training. A figure walks closer to where I stand, slouching as they walk, the figure comes closer and without my knowing my fingers clamp around a bo staff, my knuckles turning white. The figure straitens up and I notice it's Brenda, he cheeks red-stained from tears and her eyes puffy. She wipes them away before she stepped into the light provided by a tiny caged lightbulb which was attracting flies. "Brenda?" I ask reaching out to her with my free hand wondering what was wrong.
"Bryson, I...," She stutters looking away and rubbing her shoulder with hand where I had touched her, "If I were you I'd stay away from me, I don't want anything to happen to you or your friends or you I don't know how it happened I thought I was immune but I guess not." She burst out into tears covering her face with her hands
"Brenda what the hell are you talking about?" I demand my voice ridden with panic and fear, "what the bloody hell are you talking about" I demand my voice filled with more force and anger than panic and fear.
"The flare," she swallowed a single tear running down her face, "I'm not immune
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Game of the Labyrinth: Rebellion
FanficAfter Oriel was taken by a crank into the scorch and the rest of the crew, Steph, Michael and Bryson follow. The Capitol and the districts are under lock down. The games have been temporarily on hold and the remaining tributes stay in the Capitol un...
