The supply drop was just five minutes away. I could see an abandoned van almost dissolved into the tall grass that was surrounding it. From far away I could hear the vague sound of an airplane. When I looked up I noticed that it wasn't an airplane, but a drone. I could barely see though. We didn't get flashlights and the only light-source was the moon. We walked over to the van. I seemed that there was nobody there. The drone dropped an big bag of supplies.
With the help of Heath, Anna pulled the bag onto her back. I guess it kind of came in handy that she was so strong. With no further complications we walked away from the vehicle. I prayed that River was still alive and that Kate was safe.
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When we got back to the camp I could hear a faint cry. Good: they were alive and safe. When I looked at Kate I couldn't help but hug her again. She had saved my life not even half an hour ago. 'Emmeth? You remember what they told us in class right?' Emmeth nodded: 'Yes James. Let me handle this.' He was still fifteen but he was acting way more mature than me. Although I understood we were all pretending to be stronger than we were. James took out the medical supplies out of the bag and gave them to Emmeth. Then he grabbed more stuff out. There were one rifle, one bow, one sword and two axes. Willow grabbed the rifle before Heath could. 'I need this one, I need to protect my brother.. please.' Heath scoffed. 'Do you still have your bullet?' 'Yes.' He thought for a second: 'then give it to me. You can have the rifle.' Willow handed over her bullet and smiled thankful. I took my change and said: 'You can also have mine, if I can have the bow.'
'Just for this once, you owe me, okay?' I took the bow and arrows as form of answer. In return I clicked open my handgun and gave the last bullet to Heath. There were ten arrows.
Anna and Faith got the axes. And James took the sword himself, because River obviously was not able to wield one. 'Lucy, Faith, will you take the first watch? Wake me up in two hours okay?'
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(Earlier version) Flowerborn Part 1: The Arena
General FictionOnce every five years, 500 people, ages 15 to 25, have the chance to play in the games. Every game gets more grim, cruel and horrific. Only the strongest, smartest and strong-willed people will win the grand prize of one million. Lucy, a girl born i...
