Runaway

Survival

Author's Note:

Hey! I'm back with an update! Sorry for the long wait. I can't believe I'm in junior high!!! *squeals*

I just wanted something interesting to do so.... yeah. That's what this chapter's about.

(It's the thought that counts!)

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Enjoy!!!

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Chapter 4

I woke up a few minutes later, my eyes finally dry from all my crying. I walked around the room feeling the searing pain from the broken ankle.

I walked as slowly as I could to the canteen, checking if everybody was still there. Sure enough, they were.

"Hey, why did you run off earlier?" Amy said so quietly that if I wasn't paying even a little attention, I might have missed what she said.

"Oh, nothing. Just some homesick issues," I reply trying to sound nonchalant and casual.

"Okay. What are you going to choose for the first day?"

"What? Choose?"

"Yeah. Everyone's still choosing for the training."

"Well, what 'are' available?"

"Archery with flaming arrows, deadly fencing, oppressive swimming, almost- drowning bungee jumping, and yeah, other more stuff....."

"Oh. What did you choose?"

"I don't know yet."

"Is there a limitation to the choices? I mean, is there a minimum or maximum?"

"Yup, nope, and each person must choose 5."

"Oh. Well then, I pick archery, swimming, fencing, aiming, and bungee. Basically, almost everything you said."

"There's aiming?"

"I guess. I saw a flyer about it in the halls."

Soon enough, people from dorms and in the canteen flood over and fill the canteen's center place.

Zeke was there in the podium grouping us depending on the "training" we chose. Some of us had advantages while some of us had disadvantages depending on our background.

Aiming was first, with Zeke teaching us. We went to a different room, much larger than the others - I guess from the looks of it. Inside, it was dark with nothing but the cold wind piercing our skin.

He flipped a switch and suddenly, all the lights came on. It took our eyes a moment to see what place we were in. It seems like we're in a gym.

I looked around while others were starting to panic. I saw multiple cans of neon glow-in-the-dark paint. Next to those, were piles and piles of Swiss Army knives. Next to those, there were mounds of scrap cloth with loose threads peaking out at least of every side.

He suddenly demanded us to pay attention and not be distracted. We immediately fell in lines and paid attention, afraid to do anything else.

"Okay, so now, you're guessing, 'Oh no! What are we gonna do?' but quit that baby talk. You were brought here for the best of the best and I expect you to be like one.

"Your "training" cycle for today is aiming. It's not my fault, you chose this. After this "training", people who chose archery will proceed to their forms and wait for further notice. Those who didn't, come with me later.