Another day passed. The snow had completely melted and the sun dared to show her face again. We had left the corpse of Emmeth behind, as we could not carry him with us. And what good would that do? We tried to bury him, without spending too much time and energy, because Kate insisted on it. For more than ten hours, she had not said a word to anyone. She would not let me carry her stuff. Kate was not crying anymore: Instead, her eyes had an never-ending blank stare.
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The grim silence was broken when we could see the tower from far away. We were hungry, almost on the brink of death, but smiles covered our faces. We were lucky not to lose more than one person, and to not come across the bigger-than-average dogs. I patted Faith on the back. 'We made it.'
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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...
