Save Yourself. Everyone for themselves.
- Dibaca 113
- Vote 46
- Bab 13
August 19th, 2076
"Welcome, Welcome to the 150th annual of The Survivors Tournament . You all may know the rules but we still have to go over them because we can so, suck it up. Rule #1-"
RULES
1. No friends with any one - if you do your dead
2. Survive on your own - if you don't you'll die
3. Collect food
4. Collect water
5. Make first aide
6. Keep your group alive - two in a group if there is more than two then all die from that group
7. Don't die - maybe
8. Survive a month
9. If one dies from your group you get double amount of time, minus double of what you have
10. Win and see what you get at the end
11. You only will hear about your distract's death, you won't hear any other news till the tournament is over
Same old shit that we have to listen to like, choose two people from each distract tell them the rules, then tell the rest of the distract when and where to watch the tournament.
I thought. I turned to my brother who is two years older me and understands everything, been hearing this tournament for twenty years and still hasn't been chosen. I have no idea why he wants to go in the tournament like why do you want to enter you can die, then he just says "I rather die from something more real then boredom.", do have to agree though he makes a good point, dieing from something more real then boredom will be better.
"The distract residents who aren't in the tournament will be right here when ever they wake up and start watching. We will be choosing a female and a male, you maybe that lucky one who gets to be in the tournament. We are going to do males first, and the lucky handsome little man is, Dean Baker." She said my brother, he did a little happy dance then went back to being all mopey. He stood and went to the stage where the one chick is standing.
"Now for the females, that beautiful devil angel is-" she reaches her hand into the fish bowl, make circle movements, picked one up and said "Sammy Baker"
(Short story - completed)
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