Abilities

SLAM.
The gates closed all around us. The rusted fence covered in blood squished all 200 of us in. I see a lot of worried eyes and screaming children, but I just looked at the puddle below me soaking my converse scattered with holes. The mud was thick and wet, which made our boney feet sink inside of and making it hard to get out of. All the screams stopped, I am confused so I look up to see why. A tall slender man in a black suit and sunglasses (which made sure you couldn't see his eyes) is facing toward us with a rude grin across his face. Many body guards surrounding him (also in black suits) are armed with rifles. The man then spoke in a shaky deep voice,
"Welcome to your worst nightmare. Most of you chosen ones won't see living daylight anymore, 150 exactly. So that leaves 50 left… your next step won't be told to you, it will be shown to you."
After his speech the men with rifles opened the gates and pushed inside. I heard multiple gun shots, they were shooting children like me..