Numbers Game

Numbers Game

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James grabbed Farid by the collar of his black, muddied shirt and shook him. "What do you mean by it's a goddamn game, huh? The deaths, the dogs, this HELL, it's all just a game?" He spat. His mind was spinning. He couldn't focus properly. Whoever this guy was, he had to be kidding. "I wish I was, but, really, I'm not," Farid deadpanned. James stared into Farid's grey eyes and a horrible realization hit him. It was true. "No," James whimpered, letting go of Farid's collar. "It can't be." Farid looked away. "There's one more thing," Farid looked back at him. "Whatever you do, do not die." ___ Five months ago, the world went up in flames, literally. Eighteen year old Sylvie Greenwood was one of a handful of a few survivors. Until she found out it was all a game. And one with rules. Rule One: Watch your back Rule Two: Collect the numbers Rule three: Survival is not an option Now Sylvie and the others aren't sure they can get out alive, and besides...time's running out. 1ST PLACE IN THE CREATORS CHOICE AWARD. 2ND PLACE IN EWA AWRDS 3RD PLACE IN THRILLER CLUB AWARDS.
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